Amélie lay sprawled across her bed, tangled in a mess of sheets. The room was dark, save for the faint glow of streetlights filtering through the curtains. Her chest rose and fell with steady breaths, her face peaceful in sleep.
As the night wore on, her body stirred. She shifted, rolling onto her side and pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders. But the nagging sensation persisted, growing more insistent.
Finally, her eyes fluttered open. She blinked, disoriented for a moment before recognizing the familiar shadows of her bedroom. With a groan, she pushed herself up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed.
She stumbled to the bathroom, squinting against the harsh light as she flicked the switch. She took care of business quickly, eager to return to the warmth of her bed. As she washed her hands, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror - hair mussed, eyes heavy with sleep.
