#Chapter10
Meeting Seb-01
ABBY
The morning sun is slightly peeking from the curtain of my window right into my eyes. I wake up, and my blanket is wrapped tightly under my arms, and it smells like jasmine and vanilla—the same fabric conditioner they used. Someone must have tucked me in last night.
I peek through my blanket, and I’m still in the same clothes as yesterday from our flight. Two days in a row now, and I slept in the same clothes. I get up from the bed, feeling lightheaded. I had to sit back to have my bearing. I don’t see my suitcases anymore. I guess one of the staff must have brought them into my closet.
