Can you cook?

The next morning I woke still feeling tired and worn out and a little confused as to where I was, but then all the memories of last night came crashing back as soon as I bumped into door.

"Ow-fuck." I hissed as I rubbed my forehead and opened the door and made my way to the bathroom for I urgently needed to pee.

I kid you not when I say that my knees were still feeling week and I had to hold onto to the walls to get off the toilet seat.

I returned to the room as soon as I was finished and I opened the blinds, but then immediately hissed as the sun violently attacked my poor eyes.

"Hmm." I said nodding as I looked down at the world below, "no wonder why rich people always feel as if they are higher than everyone else, for they literally are. Ah I could get used to this."

Hm?

What was that? I wondered as I walked over to the note that was on the bed side table and it had my name on it so I would not be snooping into people's things this time.