Chapter 80. An Unreal World

Roman’s POV

I squeezed my eyes open and found myself drenched in my own sweat. It seemed as though I had been running from something or someone, but I just couldn’t remember who or what it was. With a dissatisfied groan, I yanked myself up from the bed, made my bed and then trekked to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

I didn’t even know what day of the week it was today. It felt as though I had slept for eighty years instead of eight hours. Afterward, I threw on a pair of denim pants and a black T-shirt before heading downstairs for breakfast. My lips curved upward into a smile when I saw my mom dishing out breakfast for the morning.

“Good morning, Mom,” I said, pressing a peck to her cheek.

She turned to face me, mirroring my smile. “Hope you had a lovely night, baby?”