IT was the head-splitting headache that made Leonel wake up from slumber. Before she could open her eyes, she already smelled the roasted coffee brewing.
“I crewed up, right?” She asked when she heard footsteps near her.
“You did.”
“What time did I come in?”
“Three in the morning.”
She opened her eyes.
The familiar white ceiling was the first thing she saw. It was spotlessly white and adorned with nothing but an overhead lamp.
She swallowed the lump in her throat. After a deep sigh, she slowly sits up from the chaise.
She pulled another deep breath when she noticed that she is wearing a different set of clothes. A white shirt and a pair of mint-colored cotton shorts.
Legs a little wobbly, she entered the restroom.
Blood shots eyes stared back at her when she glanced at the mirr
