Dahlia.
The sun was unusually intense, its golden rays burning brighter than I could remember. My body felt oddly spent, fulfilled, and inexplicably good. But why? My vision blurred for a moment, forcing me to blink until the world came back into focus.
The ceiling above me was unfamiliar, its ash-white surface starkly different from the one in my bedroom. Instead of a chandelier, a peculiar light fixture hung in midair, its design almost whimsical.
Beside me, I felt warmth—a solid presence that shifted slightly. I turned cautiously and found my husband lying next to me, his brow furrowing briefly before his eyes snapped open fully. For a moment, he looked just as disoriented as I felt. Then it hit me. Beneath these sheets, I was bare. And so was he.
He sat up abruptly, and my g
