Shift

The room around me is silent. My eyes feel stucked as I try to pry them open. With much effort they fall apart by nano centimeters, my lashes the only thing visible to me. Another effort, and I pry them open wider. There isn't any bright light or white wall, an indication that this isn't a hospital. On further inspection the place looks like my room. There's a dull ache at the back of my head. ‘God what happened to me’. My mind is a bit fuzzy, my body feels heavy.

Ivy flashes my mind and with intent I turn my head to the direction of her crib. Something obstructs my view or rather someone.

“Good, you're awake”. A sweet baritone voice that I recognize says flatly.

Gregory is seated on the bed, his back on the head board, his legs stretched and crossed, one atop the other. He has no shirt on his upper body. A fit sculpture to behold, pleasant to the eye. He has a dark grey sweat pants on. He looks relaxed as he scrolls on his tablet. His eyes briefly scan my face. An expression resem