The bed I lay in was half the size of mine, with a black and white duvet and white sheets. Come to think of it, I wasn't even wearing my ring at the moment- and I hardly ever take those things off.Īt last, I opened my eyes a crack- then sprang upright in bed and looked around wildly, breaking into a cold sweat. But the pack I usually kept on the corner of my nightstand I couldn't for the life of me find. True, I could tell it was still rather early in the morning, judging by how dark the room appeared behind my eyelids, but I was utterly famished. Thoroughly confused, I rolled over, then, feeling ready for a cigarette before Phoebe brought up a little breakfast- which I hoped would be soon. Perhaps I was imagining things, but it didn't seem as smooth to the touch. Even the duvet seemed to have a different texture. What did surprise me, though, was how different the sheets felt from yesterday.Ĭurious, I ran my hand across the bed covers. Jim often rose earlier in the morning, getting up sometimes a whole hour before I did some days.
I wasn't too startled by being alone in bed.
"Jimmy, dear," I mumbled flatly, reaching to my side, "gimme one reason I should get out of bed today."īut when my hand drifted to where Jim should have been, I only touched the sheets. And since what I saw in that nightmare I had sworn to myself I would never talk about, I chose to once again merely bury the memory and forget about it, if I could. For, to be honest, I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. I just wished that when I thought on the party itself, I could better determine what was real and what was a dream. And nearly all of it was caught on camera for my video- and for undeniable proof that one day I will very likely be going straight to Hell. It was deliciously dreadful, simply scandalous, the stuff of legends and orgy.
If it was any more a success, it would have been a disaster. That would have explained a lot of things. Lord knows, I'd been sort of on and off lately as far my health was concerned if I was, I wouldn't have been surprised. I didn't understand why it was so cold that morning, it wasn't even fall. I wanted to stay right where I was and hide under the covers, and maybe have Phoebe turn up the fucking heating when he came in with my tea. I couldn't be bothered to look at my nightstand clock I knew it was time to rise and fucking shine for the world, get to work.
#TIMEPASSAGES CRACK FULL#
My head felt weighed down, like it was full of wet sand and nightmares- and I had too many of the latter the night before, to be in a good mood now. Call it what you will, but that's what I was. I was knackered, hung over, fucked up, et cetera. Of course, knowing myself, I never would have actually stayed in bed all day- but at that moment, it certainly sounded like a nice idea. That was the first thought I had as soon as my eyes opened, my face smashed hard into the pillow. I am giving you fair warning, so that I don't have to list this book as "mature." Freddie did have such a way of getting his point across. Don't be surprised to see this chapter, and those which follow, to be littered with F-bombs and other things. Just so we understand each other, Freddie's POVs are going to be loaded with unbleeped-out profanity.
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