Chapter 22 The Next Day

• She pulled the blanket over her head to shield the light slipping in from the windows. She rolled to the other side of the bed, facing the wall.
• She took a deep breath, smiling in her sleep. But something didn't feel right. She felt extremely comfortable, too comfortable.
• The bed was soft and relaxing, but it didn't feel like the usual place she slept every day. Neither did the pillow and blanket smell like marshmallows.