~breakfast for two~

*

Frank woke up the next morning to a ray of sunlight pouring in through the curtains. He raised his palm in other to shield his face a little but made it worst when he rolled over and landed on the hard floor with a thud. 

Poking an eye open, he struggled to get back on his feet but couldn't. He wobbled back on the floor before realizing that his feet were tangled with a pair of sky blue blanket pooling at his feet and any sudden movement would only have his face kissing the floor yet again.

Groaning in frustration, he untangled himself free before lounging back on the cushion and finally taking in his surrounding.

The first thing he recognized was the photo frame hanging on the creme painted wall. 

His shoes were neatly arranged beside the cushion while his suite jacket hung on the opposite one. His throat felt dry and itchy not to mention the throbbing pain in his head when he bend over with his head in between his hands.