Amelia looked at the clock in her room, only to realize that it was already late. She never liked waking up late since she enjoyed accomplishing most of her work in the morning.
It usually gave her a sense of accomplishment when she could finish a project early that day. But then again, she was not working today. She was supposed to be on vacation.
But today was an exception since she did not have a good sleep last night, courtesy of the man that was probably waiting for her in the hospital.
"Oh, the nerve of that man." She rubbed her face to get rid of the image of his face as it kept popping up in her consciousness. If she was being honest, he was all over her dream too.
But how could she avoid thinking about him when he would not stop bothering her. He had kept texting and calling her until the wee hours of the night.
