Chapter 1

"You're drunk." I heard her soft voice ring in my head as I feel the softness of a mattress.

"And you're beautiful." I responded. She chuckle as I tried reaching out to hold her face, wishing that I'm not dreaming.

"You're drunk." She whispered this time as she lean in my touch which I'm happy because right now I know I wasn't hallucinating.

"I am drunk, and tomorrow I'll be sober and you're still beautiful." Who's talking? Oh the drunk me.