Without a doubt, this is one of my favorite things from Santa Barbara; the sun as it creeps through the curtains, casting a warm glow across my face when I stir awake.
I blink groggily, trying to focus on the ornate ceiling above me. After a while, I finally get up and head to Natasha's door, knocking gently on it. There is no answer, and I realize that she isn't in the room.
There is so much silence, it makes me uneasy. I focus all my attention into every sound around me, but the more I listen, the more convinced I am that I am completely alone. There is no music, no voices, no whispers. I feel like I was left abandoned in a castle.
My phone buzzes with a message from her, explaining that she has left early for her show and will pick me up after lunch. The emptiness of the house presse
