#Chapter33
I glanced at my side, realizing I'm sleeping next to a stranger, probably naked woman. It was dark, but I could clearly see her breasts, so that takes it out of the way... Did I have sex with her?
Oh god...
I sighed deeply, running a few fingers through my hair. I was sweaty all over, my mind still not letting go of the strange dream, that felt much more like a memory. I couldn't tell, my childhood was very blurry for me overall, partially because of him.
/"Hey Dave, you look troubled./" the woman called out to me again, attempting to caress my back, but I pulled away. I got out of the bad as soon as I could and started to look for my clothes. God damn it, he can never put things in one place.
Dave, huh?