The first rays of dawn slipped through the window, and beneath the blood-red wedding quilt, the girl's skin caught the light fair, flushed, marked here and there with the faint pink traces of the night before.
The picture it painted left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
"Mm..."
Isla rubbed her eyes, felt a draft slide in under the blanket, and bolted upright.
She stared around the unfamiliar room. Then down at herself.
She gasped.
She was wearing nothing at all.
Her wedding dress lay in a heap on the carpet beside the bed.
Did I sleepwalk and strip myself naked? Or did I actually see a ghost last night?
Isla sat frozen, forehead throbbing. She touched it gingerly a bump. So she hadn't imagined that part. Did I sleepwalk into a wall and just... take everything off along the w
