–Neymar Imagine: Bad Decisions (Part I)–
I didn’t want to move. I was so comfortable, but my bladder showed me no mercy. I knew I had been sleeping hard, the drool as evidence. I rubbed my eyes, which were still heavily painted with makeup, and tried to open them. It was a struggle. The sun was so bright creeping through the blinds. I squinted, trying to set my eyes into focus. When they finally adjusted, I shot up out of the bed.