An unreal world

Roman's POV

I squeezed my eyes open and found myself drenched in my own sweat.

It seemed as though I had been running from something or someone but I just couldn't remember whoever or whatever it was.

With a dissatisfied groan, I yanked myself up from the bed, made my bed before trekking to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

I didn't even know what day of the week today was.

It felt as though I had slept for eighty years instead of eight hours.

Afterward, I threw on a pair of denim pants and a black t-shirt before heading downstairs for breakfast.

My lips curved upward in a smile when I saw my mum dishing out breakfast for that morning.

"Good morning, mum." I said, pressing a peck to her cheek.

She turned to face me as she mirrored my smile. Hope you had a lovely night, baby?"

"Yes, mum." I nodded, before retrieving some clean eating utensils and bringing them to the table.

"You're such a good boy, Roman unlike that lazy being called Rachel." Mum patted my back and shook her head.

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