Harley
I thought I was going to be on the verge of death this morning, so you can imagine how pleasantly surprised I was when I sprung out of bed like a kangaroo. Despite the copious amounts of alcohol I downed, I was perfectly fine.
Archer had already left by the time I opened my eyes which I was grateful for, I'm sure I remember him putting me to bed last night. He was a complete gentleman, me on the other hand was a typical drunk. Visions of him laughing and hushing me to be quiet flashed through my mind.
The drunken state I was in could be the reason I had such a strange dream. I couldn't explain the way it panned out. It was more of screenshots flying past me than an actual dream. Strange pictures at that. I recalled one was a brown door with a golden padlock that had the number 2
