When I wake up, I feel like a different person.

I roll over in bed, rubbing my eyes and wondering why I feel so rested, so... calm. Like every worry, every bit of stress, is gone from my body. It's not until I reach for my cell on the nightstand that I realize that the nightstand is all wrong. There's a lamp where there shouldn't be.

And then I remember.

I jerk upright. I'm not in my bedroom. I'm in Roman's. I spent the night here.

The bed ...