Jackson stepped into his luxurious penthouse, the city lights twinkling through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The place still felt surreal - a far cry from the dingy apartment he'd called home before his... accident? Time jump? Whatever the hell had happened to him.
He shrugged off his jacket, tossing it onto the designer couch as he went to the bedroom. The plush carpet muffled his footsteps, a stark contrast to the creaky floorboards he'd grown accustomed to.
In the bedroom, Jackson peeled off his clothes, letting them fall to the floor in a messy heap. He'd deal with them later. Or maybe he wouldn't. Wasn't that what rich people did? Leave their messes for others to clean up?
He rummaged through his drawers, pulling out a pair of silk pajama bottoms. The fabric felt cool and smooth a
