Justin's POV
The first thing I was aware of was the light, which was so so unusual, It was wrong. It was too warm, too soft, filtering through the windows and painting my bedroom in hues of gold and amber. My bedroom was a place of shadows and sharp edges, of cold sheets and solitary awakenings. This light felt like an intrusion, something strange that had seeped into my sanctuary and softened it.
Then came the scent.
Beneath the familiar notes of my own cologne and the crisp of the sheets, there was something else. Vanilla. And something wilder, like night-blooming jasmine. It was on my skin, in the air, on the pillow beside me.
Then I had a flashback, the girl, I had a one night stand with. Didn't get her name or I forgot .
Then I went reminiscing about ivie, my former girlfriend. .
