Knox

The sound of Gina's voice tickles my senses, and suddenly my imagination fades into nothingness.

I struggle to push myself up from the bed but my arms give up, and I fall back with a grunt.

“Oh no! my love, are you alright?” she asks in concern.

I can hear the hurried sound of footsteps rushing forward. And then the bed deeps in as Gina sits on the bed.

My hands reach for her face despite my hazy vision. She holds me gently.

I try to stay sober but my senses were muddled up.

“You're drunk, Knox,” she says, which sounds more like an accusation. “You shouldn't be drinking.”...