I wake up immediately, with a few drops of perspiration on my face, my heart beating rapidly as if trying to come out of my chest.

I wipe my palm over my forehead, my mind screaming for Bryson to be here with me right now.

I needed Bryson.

I walk downstairs to the kitchen to get a glass of cold water, before releasing that it was morning already.

I go back to my room, hurriedly take a shower before dressing up and going back downstairs to make breakfast.

I make for just myself since uncle Tyson isn't up yet.

After that I decide to binge watch Power Book, catching up...