I lie on the top of the duvet. I didn’t think I would really fall asleep, but I do.

Everything in the bathroom drips with gold. The chandelier is a ridiculous size. Each small teardrop crystal sparkles, and the reflection dances along the cream tiles. I step up to the double sinks. I press my index finger to one of the gold taps, and when I remove my hand, my imprint is left. As I move to grab some tissue to clean off my fingerprint, the lights go out. The room is pitch black, ...