Blakely Arcas was not a stranger to the confines of her bedroom. Over the years, her Chronic Fatigue Syndrome had made sure of that. But this time, as she lay buried under a mountain of blankets, she felt a different kind of misery—she had the flu.
Normally, she would have tried to sleep it off, maybe get lost in a book, or even slip into Morphantasia for a while to forget about her aching body. But today, her two most enthusiastic (if not entirely competent) caretakers had arrived: her Aunt Berenice and her girlfriend Iris.
The day had started innocently enough. Blakely had woken up with a scratchy throat, a heavy head, and the undeniable urge to stay in bed forever. Unfortunately, it wasn't long before Berenice showed up.
