Did You Hear What I Said?

WAKING UP THAT MORNING WAS CONFUSING, her body didn't feel rested as it should have done. Her mind was fluttering with the dreams she dreamt of last night; it didn't come as a surprise to her that it was of him. That's all her mind obsessed over, Michael, Michael, Michael.

Harlow wished she could think of anything else, but it seemed nearly impossible at this point. After their encounter that night, she felt disgusted with herself for dreaming of him in such away. She'd dreamt he had broken into her room, and she couldn't even believe that her mind was creating these weird scenarios that seemed too far fetched for her; Michael was defiantly not the type to do such a thing.

"Harlow, what do you think? Is 2 pm okay for you?" Mia questioned, waiting for her reply patiently. Although Harlow was so focused on her mind that she couldn't pay attention anymore even to know what she was talking about, "What do you think?" She continued.