The first thing I felt was warmth. A blanket heavy across my body, the faint smell of detergent clinging to it.
When I opened my eyes, the world around me felt strange, blurry, as though someone had taken the edges of reality and smudged them with their fingers. It took me a moment to realize I wasn’t lying on the cold, hard ground I last remembered standing on.
I was on a bed. A familiar one. The guest room in Marcus’s apartment. The faint scent of detergent and his clean, woody cologne hung in the air, grounding me.
I blinked my eyes rapidly, trying to pull myself together. My body felt heavy, sluggish, as if I had been asleep for days. My lips parted, and before I could ask anything, Marcus’s voice cut through the haze.
“You’re awake.”
I turned my head slowly and saw him sitting o
