MiraThe bed felt foreign as I squirmed around in it, it didn't make the normal squeak sound when I stretched and the blanket was abundant, certainly not mine, the realization startled me up from sleep followed by a piercing, ear drumming headache, a consequence of all the booze from the previous day.The room was large, painted in beige and white, very bland and distasteful except for an interesting frame of Theo on a yacht beaming directly at me. The bed however, was soft, I bounced my butt on the beds to test the softness and it was heavenly.A white door slightly left a jar exposed an entrance, the closet I presumed.Everything was impeccably clean and organized, to the left was Theo's dressing area and right beside it was a a full vanity with pink items organized on it, some curlimg sets, flat irons, a tub of make up brushes, skin and body care. I sighed, exasperated. Theo was pushing it, I didn't even quite like pink.Quite being the key word.Wait what did I wear to sleep? I ba
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