s**t, my head hurts. I’d had a weird dream too. It was so weird that it felt real. The light peaking through my curtain was hurting my eyes too much for me to even want to make the mistake of peeking my eyes open again. I can’t believe the good night me and Adam had. I remember us doing nothing but laughing and talking all night long , like a couple of people who had been friends for years.
But the dream I’d had in my drunken stupor made me uncomfortable. Throwing an arm over my eyes, I groaned. In my dream I’d told Adam everything. I might as well have told him I used to pee in bed until the age of six too . I’d told him everything else. That couldn't have hurt either.
It’s a good job. It was a dream. He was, after all, still a stranger, plus I didn’t like sharing stuff about myself o
