The Writer Awakens
When I awoke, everything seemed like it was stuffed with some sort of sound-proof fuzz.
My head felt heavy, and my throat was completely dry.
I tried to swallow, instead succeeding on choking myself.
Almost immediately, a shadow was standing over my head, shading my eyes from the light pouring in through my window.
“Aidan? Can you hear me?”
“Of course I can hear you, dope,” I croaked, swatting Raine away with my hand.
“I’m not the dope here!” he exclaimed. “I found you face down on the floor, dope.”
I grumbled, trying to blink in an effort to dispel the haze before me. “What time is it?”
“You’ve only been out for half an hour.”
“Only?! What about Emma? Oh, God, Emma! She’ll be at the airport!”
“Emma?” he sounded puzzled now.
“Yes, Emma! She’s visiting! Oh, no…” I groaned, covering myself with the blanket. “Everything I do goes wrong.”
“Who is she?”
Angrily, I uncovered myself. “My sister!”
“Really?”
“No, idiot. She’s closest thing I have to a sister.”