I wake up disorientated and groggy, well-rested but so out of whack. I’m in my own bed when I am sure I fell asleep on the couch during my movie marathon and blink at my surroundings. I sit up suddenly when I realise that I don’t have my duvet over me, but the throw from the end of my bed, and I can only assume someone put me here. I am still wearing my sweatpants and yoga bra and trying to get my bearings. Completely confused at how I ended up through here.

The smell of coffee ...