~Joan~

I sniffed and burrowed further into the bed. The place smelled like heaven—enticing and intoxicating, like something I could get drunk on. I rolled onto my stomach and peeled my eyes open. My vision was blurry as I stared at the ceiling.

Where am I? My apartment doesn’t smell this good, nor does it look this dark. Hell, I sleep with my curtains open so I can catch the first ray of sunshine every morning.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes, trying to force some clarity ...