The following morning, sunlight filtered through the thin curtains. Paula was awakened by a muffled sound, a faint rustling that drew her out of her dreams.
She blinked open her eyes, her surroundings coming into focus as she recalled the previous night's events.
She had followed Len home! She had really followed Len home!
She felt something weighty pressing down on her as she attempted to get off the bed. Len's arm was draped across her, gently but firmly pressing her body, causing her limbs to feel trapped.
Panic surged through her as she realized the intimate position she was in, her heart racing as she scrambled to move without waking him.
With cautious and slow movements, she was able to free herself and slide off the bed. Her eyes landed on her phone, which was still and darkly resting on the bed next to Len.
She reached out with trembling fingers to retrieve it, but just as she was about to grasp it, Len stirred.
