Valerie's POV
Yawning and stretching, my left hand touches the space beside me and I open my eyes to see that Ryan is gone.
He was here all through the night and he slept soundly.
He must have gone to work.
Suddenly, my stomach rumbles loudly and I groan and get up. My shoulder still hurts a lot and I guess I am this hungry because of the medicines from last night.
I wear the flip-flop beside the bed and move out of the room, still yawning loudly without any care in the world.
Last night, I felt like hell. But today, I feel a lot better even though the pain is very much in existence.
However, I have decided not to think too deeply about what transpired last night. I figured out that thinking about it was what made me have that dream.
A dream is a figment of imagination as a resul
