The following morning, Becca awoke to the gentle rays of sunlight streaming through the open windows, casting a warm glow across the room. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, she stretched languidly beneath the soft duvet, her movements slow and deliberate.

As she sat up, a sense of disorientation washed over her, and she furrowed her brow in confusion. "How did I end up under the duvet?" she murmured to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. Despite the fog of sleep still clouding her ...