Vernon woke up the next morning. He felt weak, even a little groggy. But he had a beautiful dream last night.
He dreamt of his beloved one whispering many sweet things for him, caressing him gently, even kissing him.
Which would be impossible in real life, or so he thought.
He got up and sat on the sofa in a daze for a brief moment. He looked around and realized that he fell asleep on the sofa last night, right after he punched the wall many times.
Vernon checked the wall and saw the cracked wall with blood splattered around it. It looked gruesome, even for Vernon.
"Urgh, what had gotten into me last night?" Vernon felt guilty because he was lashing out at Chloe and her daughter like that.
True, it was Chloe's fault for mocking him. But he wasn't any better. He lashed out like Chloe did a terrible offense.
