On the wide king-size bed, a head of messy blond hair moved from the pillow, and its owner slowly sat up. Selwynn didn't open his eyes immediately. He pinched between his brows and groaned softly, there was a satiated feeling all across his body which made it hard to convince himselfwas dream.
After a couple of seconds of silence, he finally composed himself to look around.
Surprisingly there was only him inside the room; according to his understanding of the man, he was half expecting to see a half-smiling face staring back at him. Out of the corner of his eyes, he spotted a piece of white on the table, right next to a glass of water.
Upon closer look, he recognized it as a post-it note held down by a pill. Selwynn took the note and read it. The handwriting was a simple and elegant script that said, "The pill is for your headaches, don't worry no one will take the water away from you." Anson drew a simple smiley face at the end.