From MC's Perspective:
The next morning, I woke with a start, the sheets crumpled beneath me as I blinked at the familiar room. Without a second thought, I vanished from the bed and reappeared back in the center of the hotel room, a trick that had become second nature to me.
Stretching my limbs, I headed to the bathroom, the steam from a hot shower already on my mind.
The shower lasted about 20 minutes, the hot water cascading over me, washing away the fatigue of travel. Each drop felt like it was peeling away layers of tension as I stood there, allowing my mind to wander.
After the bath, I changed into fresh clothes, simple but crisp, a black shirt and dark slacks that fit the mood of my day. I glanced at the clock. It was still early.
Rather than venturing down to the lobby, I decided I wanted a quiet meal in my room. I picked up the phone and ordered breakfast through room service, preferring the solitude of the space.
