As I slowly wake up, a strange sense of disorientation washes over me. The room is different, unfamiliar, and for a moment, I wonder where I am. Then, the memories of last night flood back into my consciousness, and I realize that I am in Jay's bed, not mine.
The soft morning light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I can hear the faint sound of birds outside, and the apartment is wrapped in a tranquil stillness.
I turn my head to the side, and there he is, Jay, still fast asleep beside me. His features are relaxed in slumber, and he looks peaceful, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions we shared last night.
I can't help but smile as I watch him sleep, a rush of tenderness washing over me. It's strange how being in this room, in his bed, feels both
