Aaron drifted in and out of sleep for quite some time; his vision endlessly blurred between the moving countryside and the haunting nightmares in his head. Finally, after what had felt like hours, Aaron's eyes slid fully open.

He glanced around, looking for reality. Had it been hours, or minutes? 

In front of his was Anne; once more reading, on her kindle. She was slouched in a similar manner to him; propped in the same position as well. 

Aaron's headache had subsided and his hangover had left him completely sober--back to reality, indeed. 

Looking out the window, Aaron assumed it was around lunchtime. "Some dream..." He mumbled. He remained slouched over, and stared down at his chest.