She'd been having one of those really nice dreams, where you're awake enough you can wake up whenever you want but asleep enough nothing is quite real. The kind of time you could imagine being married to Kurt Cobain in peace, until someone's rude oh goding woke her all the way up. She must have had a sleepover, or something, disorientated she pushed herself up and rubbed her face only to be confronted with. "Argh!" She cried as she scrambled backward and right into the wall.
Lifting the covers she was glad she was wearing a shirt, well swimming in it really, a man's shirt and shorts. How had that happened and she closed her eyes, covering them for a moment. Claire didn't remember Larissa stealing moonshine from her uncle again but it had happened before. When she opened them the boy was still there.
But the room, it was familiar and he was kind of familiar too and maybe that's why she wasn't completely freaking out. Claire couldn't remember where she'd been yesterday, where she was now and things were muddled, that was for sure.