I lie on the top of the duvet. I didn't think I would really fall asleep, but I do.
Everything in the bathroom drips with gold. The chandelier is a ridiculous size. Each small teardrop crystal sparkles, and the reflection dances along the cream tiles. I step up to the double sinks. I press my index finger to one of the gold taps, and when I remove my hand, my imprint is left. As I move to grab some tissue to clean off my fingerprint, the lights go out. The room is pitch black, and I feel my way along the wall to the door.
I enter the hallway that has some light. I pause when I hear voices.
I can't make out the words or who Jared is speaking to. I walk in the direction of their voices.
"Jared." He has his back to me, and when he turns, the light from the window catches his features.
"G
