Chapter 292

• I don’t know how many brandies I drink, but the hotel floor gets really comfy and plush. It feels a little warm, and I enjoy the soothing music from the surround sound. Jake’s playlist is on repeat; he has an eclectic taste in music, but I like it. Every song makes me think of him, and I wish he were here on the floor beside me, enjoying this feeling.
• If I don’t move, my head doesn’t swim too much, but it feels kind of nice, like lying on a raft on the sea and drifting away into oblivion. I like how my hair fans out, and I can stroke its silkiness mingled with fluffy carpet, my woozy senses heightened.
• I never realized how soft my hair was before now. I should leave it loose more often.