Ally drifted awake, somewhere between her drug-induced dream and the real world. She had never been high before. It was both a pleasant and disturbing experience. Part of her never wanted to do it again, but another part needed to, and that part belonged solely to Eric Fuller.
She probably would have kept on sleeping for a while more if someone hadn't been knocking on Eric's door, seemingly non-stop.
Ally slowly rose up from the couch, still feeling a little woozy, then stumbled towards the door.
Who could it be?
