A Stranger To Him

Thirteen, Waking up in heaven

I frown deeply because of a bright and warm light lighting my face and shining in my eyes. I can feel that I'm laying in a bed, but I know it isn't mine or Emily's. I open my eyes and shut them again directly, blinded by the bright sunlight shining through the window. I must have forgotten to close the blinds last night.

Nevertheless, I don't recall what happened last night, after my kitchen fight with the utterly annoying and narcissistic prick. I don't remember going to bed at all. Besides that, I have no clue where I am. I don't even recognize a single thing in this beautiful, big room.

I open my eyes another time, holding my hand above my eyes to give them some time to get used to the bright light. I guess it is going to be a beautiful and hot day today, as the sun has already risen high in the sky.

The view from my perspective is so utterly beautiful that I want to draw it now so I can always remember it. Maybe, I should take a picture so I can draw the view later. It really feels like I'm waking up in heaven. Is it possible that I died last night? Is that the reason I don't remember anything? Am I dead?

I hear the sound of a shower running, and I wonder who is showering now. Maybe, that person can tell me if I'm dead and where I am. I'll bet he has the answers. The running water sounds are coming from behind the door on the other side of the room. I can hear someone humming a song, but I don't hear the words good enough to recognize the song.

Alright, I don't think I'm dead. An answer to one of my questions.

I get up carefully, suddenly feeling a huge headache appear. It feels like I have a terrible hangover from last night. Yet, I don't remember drinking anything with alcohol in it, but I do smell a little like raspberry vodka mixed with my sweat. Did I drink some glasses of liquor or something? Did Emily give alcohol last night? I told her multiple times not to give me some.

Although, it did keep the nightmares away for once. It feels like I haven't slept so well in ages. I feel enormously energetic today, so the sleep must have done me a lot of good. Maybe, I should get drunk a lot more often. It would definitely help me sleep, but it isn't healthy. I'll have to figure out another way to sleep so well without getting any nightmares.

I notice the serving tray on the little white nightstand beside the king-size bed. On the serving tray is a big glass of water and two little pills, aspirins. The only way I know is to get rid of a massive hangover and a pounding headache.

I take the two aspirins with a sip of water and look around the room another time. I can feel the water clearing my head a little, allowing me to think straight. I still don't recognize the room, and I wonder where I am. I guess I'm going on a little adventure this morning. The search for where I am has started.

I step out of bed and walk directly to the door, which I think leads to the hall. I look around the corner, knowing I was correct. My view is filled with a massive, white, and grey-colored hall. I don't take the time to take in my surroundings but walk straight to the stairs at the end of the hall. I still don't recognize anything around here. I need to know where I am.

Suddenly, I realize that I also don't know where Emily is. Or my phone. I really need to know what happened last night and why I don't remember anything.

I also want to know where my clothes are. I'm just wearing an oversized white shirt and some big basketball shorts, which both aren't mine. Someone must have changed my clothes last night, and I wonder who did so.

I walk down the stairs as quietly as possible, not wanting anybody to know I'm awake and that I'm walking. What if I was kidnapped last night by some old, creepy pervert? I don't want to bump into him.