Paris
After Nevaeh led me upstairs to a room on the left side of the house. A huge and beautiful room with a huge bed draped in the softest linen known to man, soft plush cream carpets. Oak furniture and beautiful soft lighting. A room fit for a King and his Queen. Chance's room.
I showered and changed into the new clothes she gave me. She even gave me new panties. I didn't ask where she got them from. I didn't say anything; I was just too tired. I fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow. But my sleep was fitful, my dreams filled with things that seemed so real. My body was in pain, aching, burning.
I dreamed of my accident, yet I saw nothing that would help me remember what actually happened to me that day. It was more I felt what happened to me. The pain in my body was something
