She woke up, realizing that she was sleeping in his bed. She did not remember coming over to his apartment. But she instantly recognized his room upon opening her eyes.
She looked around, trying to see her surrounding, finding nothing was amiss from what she remembered. The room looked just like she had left it before leaving that day.
Then, her hand slid to his side of the mattress, which seemed disarrayed.
When her hands touched his pillow, it was warm to her touch, as if somebody had just woken up and left that side of the bed.
But that left her puzzled as her eyes roamed again around the room. But nobody was there. She could not sense any movement or noise coming from the bathroom.
He was dead, as she repeatedly told herself.
"That is not possible." She mumbled as her mind searched her memories. It was impossible unless someone else slept beside her last night. But why could she not remember anything?
