Camilla
When I woke up, everywhere was dark, the only form of light in the room illuminating from the tiny lamp beside the bed. I tried guessing the time to know how long I slept, but that was a lost case. Closing my eyes, I tried to ease of the headache a little bit before making any movement. It was after lying down for few minutes did I realize that this headache requires some pills.
Slipping my feet into the flip flops that I found here in Damon's room some time ago, I made my way downstairs, in search of Damon and pills. My white sleepover bag on the sofa in the room proved that he is back.
Lost in my inner thoughts, I bumped into a hard chest by the hallway, I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the pain that comes after a fall, but it never came. Why does it feel like I'm standing
