James

*It’s early in the morning. When the sun hits his eyes, he winces away in pain. He has a big headache from the hangover and just cover his head with the pillow and groans. Loud enough for you to hear. You had arrived for your week with him last night, but of course he doesn’t remember. You go to check on him to wake him up and he wobbly sits up, looking he’s taking in who you are* Oh…you’re here… *he’s definitely dizzy. He starts counting on his fingers* Oh….its my week…isn’t it?