I don’t even remember falling asleep. One moment, I’m lying on my bed staring at the ceiling, mind running with different thoughts about Who lila’s boyfriend could be.

The next moment, I’m drifting in a deep, heavy nap that pulls me in like a warm tide. My limbs feel weightless. My mind floats. The room is quiet and dim, the curtains swaying with the soft afternoon air sneaking in from the barely-open window.

The sheets smell faintly of detergent mixed with my floral scent cologne. It ...