I awoke in a dimly lit room that I’d never been in before. My pain had subsided, but I ached like a bitch. I ran my fingers over the extraordinarily soft blankets that were beneath me. The feeling of them between my fingers was glorious, and I had the overwhelming need to rearrange them. I got up onto my hands and knees and began shifting the blankets around, making sure they were in the correct place. I knew what I was doing must have looked ridiculous, but I couldn’t stop, I needed the bed to be perfect. Crawling around the bed, I finally had them in an acceptable position.

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