Roxy POV
I woke up confused, not remembering coming to bed.
I lifted my hand to wipe the sleep from my eyes and stopped.
I was still dressed in the same clothes.
Reaching over, I grasped my phone and noted that it was five a.m. I must have slept through dinner.
Pulling my legs to the side of the bed, I let myself slide off the bed and crumple gently to the floor, dragging myself onto the chair and wheeled to the bathroom. I relieved my full bladder and started my usual struggles with clothes as I shimmied out of them and slid to the seat that Vincent had built; that small change had made a huge difference to a simple shower. I washed all I could and reached for the towel. I dried what I could in the shower and reached over for the chair. I placed a towel on the chair, moved across
