I WAKE UP IN AN UNFAMILIAR ROOM.
Underneath me is a soft, fluffy mattress I don’t remember falling asleep on. The pillow beneath my head is also soft, so soft that my head disappears between the pillow, and a moan slips past my lips when I shift a little, adjusting my position.
I’m immediately assaulted by the familiar smell of a sharp, misty cologne. It wafts through my nostrils the more I shift my face from where I suspect it’s coming from, tickling my senses, and only then, do I realize it’s all over the sheets and pillow.
I sit up immediately, my eyes scanning the whole space.
It’s dark in here, and if not for the little streak of light filtering into the room through the curtains, one would think it’s nighttime. Instinctively, my hands fumble on the sheet for my phone, so I’d swit
