The morning light filtered through the half-drawn curtains, casting soft beams across the room. The gentle hum of the city could be heard in the distance, but inside the room, everything felt quiet, almost surreal. Chloe’s eyes fluttered open slowly, and for a moment, everything felt out of place. The room was unfamiliar, even though it was her own. Her senses were sluggish, her head a little too heavy, and her body felt strange, like she was waking up from a long, hazy dream.
She glanced down at herself and froze. Her body, normally draped in the comfortable warmth of a soft blanket, was now bare. The smooth sheets brushed against her skin, and a wave of panic swept through her. Her dress was neatly folded at one end of the bed, a stark contrast to the rest of the room. Her shoes, which
