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Third Person P.O.V
Sleeping peacefully on the bed WanKe removes the pillow from beneath his head and cradles it to his chest. The sun beams through the wooden lattice of the window making him to stir up when the first beam of the sunlight hits his face, groaning under his breath he sits up straight. He puts his hand to his head which is throbbing furrowing his eyebrows he turns to his left.
He moves behind with wide eyes, his hands automatically goes up to his chest covering it. Moving his gaze down he notices his dress on so he pushes his wild thoughts behind. Running his hands through his messy hair he looks up staring at the roof, a list of theories running in his mind trying to figure out what happened last night.
"Wasn't I sober?," He questions himself curiously.