Chapter One-hundred

Zina's POV:

I woke feeling lethargic, with absolutely no energy or motivation to leave this particular spot. Mentally I was tired, physically? Definitely much more tired. But when I took in my environment, I found the energy and motivation that was lacking earlier in serious quantity.

How did I get home?

The memories came. Someone was knocking or banging the apartment door with a vengeance. I remember hearing a thud, signifying that someone fell off, of course it would be Sandra. Then I rolled and pain jarred me temporarily awake, but I did not move.

The person knocking did not seem to take the hint so Sandra grumpily went to check. I had to force myself off the floor, falling asleep on the floor did not sound like a good idea, my body would not appreciate the after effects of that decision.

I had finally pulled myself off the floor and onto the bed when I heard Sandra yelling something.

“Come get your crazy ass husband before I make you a very attractive widow!” Sandra yelled to me.