Zia stretched her arms over her head feeling like she slept for days but still needed more sleep. She gradually opened her eyes and looked around at the unfamiliar room. The sunlight peaked through the curtains, casting its rays on the wooden floor.
She realized that she knew this room the more she looked at it. It only looked different in the daylight. She had only seen it during the evening when it was covered with darkness, with the fireplace as its only source of light. She knew this place! She was still in Arlon's bed. Her skin began to crawl at the thoughts that flooded her mind.
Her memory of the night before was clouded as she tried her hardest to remember. The space next to her was empty, which slowed her quickened heartbeat. She wondered where he was. Why was she alone? What time was it?
