Alexander woke up in a cold sweat. He heaved labored breaths in washing away his last sense of the dream that woke him. He turned to his side and was startled by the calm face of John Lauren's sleeping soundly. Alex turned onto his back again and looked at the clock, 3:27 am, damn he thought it must have been a bad dream. He pushed himself off the bed trying to not wake up Lauren's as he walked into the kitchen. He got a glass of water and fished his laptop out of the sleeve and continued writing the article that was due next week. He told himself he was behind when in reality he was weeks ahead. He stayed like that, typing away, for hours before the first rays of light streamed through the porch windows into his eyes from his position on the couch. He stretched and grounded as he pulled himself up. He stole a glance at the clock, 5:30 am. He got dressed in jeans and a button down shirt and make himself coffe. As he was gingerly sipping the caffeine John walked into the kitchen and looked at Hamilton. "How long have you been up Alex?" John croaked tiredly.
"Not that long." He lies as he got up and pulled John in a light embrace kissing the top of his hardly carefully. "Well I'm off to work." Alex states as he walked through the front door, closing and locking it behind him. He was going down the stairs when a small spell of dizziness hit him. He may have stayed up too late this time, he thinks as he climbs into his car feeling the first waves of nausea. This is normal for him when he has a bad dream. But John does not know quiet yet. He diecides to keep it a light topic as he drives off to work.
hey guys! It's me LYROOT... the author. This series is going to be fun too write it will be longer I just don't have a ton of time. I hope you enjoy this so far!
Chow!