Chapter 4 : Good Morning

I woke up to the dulcet tones of Earth, Wind, and Fire asking if I wanted to groove tonight.

And to an empty bed.

“Jévon?”

I opened my eyes, confused by the figures of Snoopy and Woodstock dancing around the sheets. A heavily worn and dog-eared copy of an old Agatha Christie novel lay to my left instead of the six-foot-four juggernaut of a man next to me. I lifted the sheet, expecting him to be underneath like a common bugbear. The disappointment to follow felt almost too childish to have.

I laid back on my bed, wearing my hammy-down Bugs Bunny T-shirt and the ratty basketball shorts I’d stolen from a college roommate.

Okay, what the actual fuck?

Ignoring the possibility that maybe the stressors of life had finally made me crack, I was pretty damn sure I wasn’t the type of girl to hallucinate.