Morning After

~ Davis mansion~

The sun rays filtered through the window which remained tightly shut even after 10 a.m in the morning.

The light casts a golden glow on the walls and furnitures in the room. Davis well dressed in a pristine suit with sharp edge, his face calm and collected sat on his wheelchair close the floor to ceiling window, The morning financial times in his hand as he skimmed through the news, occasionally glancing at the figure still sleeping on the bed with a warm gaze.

He had always been early riser before his accident but since then sleep has become a luxury that even the riches of the Allen family could not help him acquire it. Whenever he shuts his eyes to sleep, he will be awakened by the terrible nightmare that had hunted him since the accident.