Sweet Dreams
As I struggle to fight sleep, my tug of war fails and I slept so deep like the dead and I dream of burning buildings and firetrucks and police cars and Callum and when I wake, I bolt upright, sweating, heart thundering, with no idea where I am.
Then I see the polished bulk of the ridiculous grand piano, the all-black everything else, and realize there’s only one place on earth besides those ridiculous reality show that I could possibly be.
Callum's bachelor’s pad!
I rub the sleep from my eyes, throw off the covers, and pad into the adjoining bathroom, my bladder isn’t so much full as it is ready to burst. I use the toilet, then wash my hands and face and brush my teeth because my breath is p