Everything was so warm and lovely, wrapping me in a cocoon of comfort that made my entire body feel deliciously heavy. It was the kind of warmth that seeped into my bones, making it impossible to move, like I was floating on a cloud beneath a sunlit sky. The air smelled fresh and enticing—like pine, a hint of musk, and something uniquely sweet. It smelled like home. Like safety. Like love.
But something was wrong.
The blissful haze was interrupted by a growing discomfort. A pressure weighed down on me, not painful, but insistent, pressing against my stomach in a way that had me squirming. It was the unmistakable feeling of a too-full bladder, a sensation that was only worsening by the second. I needed to pee—badly.
I groaned softly, trying to ignore it, but the feeling refused to be pus
