I woke up the next day feeling like Michael had been holding my hand. His deep voice left warm echoes through my mind, bringing me a new sense of belonging. Stretching out all the kinks in my back, I lifted out of the bed. It felt late, which was odd. Where was my clock?
Not finding what I was looking for, I searched my bed and blankets for my phone. It was dead. Of course. I flipped the TV in the corner on. When all else fails, the TV Guide Network will never let you down. The menu flashed, and it said 11:30 a.m. I fell back into the folds of my blanket. How in the world had I slept that long? That's like... I counted up on my hands.. 13 hours? Geeze Louise. And no one was in here shaking me awake? Something must be wrong.
Scooting to the edge of my bed to look for my slippe
