Hong Kong (I)

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She stretches her arms over her bed just like she always does every time she wakes up. Glancing at the clock on the bedside table, it was already noon. Her body felt sore and she could feel a headache starting. 

She cursed under her breath for drinking heavily last night. She let Terrence coax her into smoking some first-grade weed that he scored from a friend. Now, she felt so lethargic and didn't want to be parted with the bed. 

She rolled to her side and hated the fact that the bed is lower than the window. She likes to be able to look out as soon as she wakes up. They just moved to this hotel last night even though she doesn't really want to. 

Terrence insisted because according to him, he needed to stay away from someone. She rolled on the bed again, to the side of Terrence in bed. Her eyebrows knitted when she felt his side of the bed cold.