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I wake up the next morning feeling different. Last night I slept like never before.
The nightmares and waking up in the middle of the night never happened. I feel relaxed, and my body has had enough rest. I don't have even a drop of sweat or the stubborn headaches.
Wow! I missed this. I missed how it felt to have a good night with zero nightmares. I feel like smiling.
What changed?
I try to get up, but a strong hand is holding me down. A hand?
Shit.
I look beside me only to find a sleeping figure. Why is Carl in my bed? What is he doing here?
The last time I saw him was when I left him with his brother at the ball.
He is still in his tux, and his neck is twisted at an awkward angle. He must be uncomfortable in the position he's sleeping in.
I gently push him aside, enough not
