Bree’s POV
Opening my eyes just to quickly shut them again against a blaring light, I groan slightly and bring my hand to my forehead.
I must have fallen asleep on the couch last night.
Squinting, I slowly open my eyes again.
The sun is fully up, it has got to be at least late morning.
I cannot believe I slept this late…but I guess that is what happens when you don’t even go out until freaking 9:00 PM.
I sit up and look around me.
Well, I have never really slept outside before. That’s a first.
I place my feet on the floor and knock over something. Bending over, I pick up a new water bottle and gratefully open it to take a gulp.
My mouth feels incredibly dry.
Although my head doesn’t really hurt, I cannot tell if I am tired from the unusually late night or the drinking...maybe
