When Aurora woke up the next morning , she found herself alone in the spacious bed . The bedsheets were neatly arranged , devoid of any signs of the previous night . In fact , they appeared as if they had never been disrupted at all . It was as if the wild night she had imagined had simply been a figment of her imagination . Despite the absence of any evidence , Aurora couldn't help but wonder if her subconscious had been playing tricks on her . She couldn't shake off the feeling that something had occurred , albeit only within the depths of her dreams .
Aurora became perplexed that morning , her confusion growing as she scanned her surroundings once again . As her gaze finally fell upon her husband, Gabriel , she found him peacefully slumbering on the sofa , oblivious to the world around
