|Tamara|
Morning came, and I held unto my head tightly. I groaned when my head started to spin. Damn.
I didn't sleep well last night. I don’t know how many hours I’ve spent debating to myself about how I feel. I even forced myself to sleep because I had to wake up at four in the morning. But damn! If only my mind hadn't been so tired of thinking, I might not have slept yet!
And when was that? Around one? And how many hours did I sleep? Just three, four?
“Coffee?”
I opened my eyes and Pierre's smiling face immediately appeared before me. He held a cup of coffee in his hand, and he’s now handing it to me. I sat down properly on the sofa and took a sip from the cup of coffee. Pierre sat down next to me.
"I guess you didn't sleep well last night," he said as he took a sip on his ow
