Returning to consciousness took a slow pace, and getting my body to respond to my brain was harder. My lashes fluttered, and I was on the bed in a room that looked like a replica of the one I had woken up in during the weekend over five years ago. White curtains and walls, a massive bed, and expensive interiors. There was a cherry wood shelf close to the window on my right and a mahogany wardrobe to the left, and beside them was a door that I guess had to lead to the bathroom.
My eyes could barely keep up, and my eyes and head ached, making me shut them briefly. I wonder what could have caused me such pain. I had no meaningful last memory that would explain the pain or my location. The last thing I remember was leaving Diya’s wedding and taking Zion home.
Zion!
My heart skipped a beat,
