The new day felt unusually beautiful. It wasn't the loud and celebratory way some mornings arrived.

This one arrived in a quiet, almost fragile way, like the world had agreed to stay silent.

The morning light slipped through the curtains, and its rays spread across the floor, climbing slowly toward the bed. I lay still for a while, watching it move.

My head throbbed faintly. I felt a dull ache in my forehead, and I pressed the back of my hand to my forehead and exhaled slowly.

Yesterday had been strange. Too strange. I woke up yesterday to find myself on the couch, the door unlocked, and with panties.

I...