Chapter 17. Sleepy Haze

Aubrianne Ivanov

Ooooh, water, I would kill for some, I thought. Darn, can I move again without disturbing Jada? She must be tired.

I pick up where I left off, and two glasses sit beside it. Next to that is the creamish with a hint of, is that red?

I wonder… it was the chair that Shawn’s currently sitting on, fully asleep. Anyway, next to me, on my left, there is a small white table with a drawer and a small compartment with a tall glass vase of a beautiful bouquet of white roses, hovering overhead is my monitor.

Then I eye a tall, thin, exquisite white vase with a plant that flares out at the top off to my right up closer to me, and even closer to me is my saline hanging off of its holder.

The door to the room faces us, and slightly to the left of us, there is a couch jammed into the wall, and not far from the door, as you enter to your immediate left, there is a chair.

I tried to move slightly to adjust my position and sit up halfway, try