Carla Carr felt that she slept exceptionally well last night.
It was as if she had a dream, dreaming of being with Alexander Kingsley tumbling in intimacy in bed...
No, no.
Not in bed, it seemed like it was in the car?
Right, yes, it was in the car where they tumbled passionately, was that it? Did he come back last night?
Moreover, she remembered going to a bar to drink, and he personally went to pick her up?
Thinking of this, she suddenly opened her eyes.
A ray of sunlight streamed in through the window, warmly spilling onto the soft, thick carpet, as she squirmed under the covers.
She glanced around the room, and there was no sign of Alexander Kingsley. Could it be that last night was really just a dream? That indescribably real feeling... was it really just a dream?
She suddenly sat up...
"Hiss"
