Mary-Allison Flagstone

“Nooo!”

What? I’m… awake—In my bed? Fully opening my eyes. I’m covered in the cuddly fur comforter. My head sinks into the feather-filled satin pillows. Of course, no light bleeds through the stained glass, but I know it’s daytime. What happened last night? My feet raise instinctively when they touch the cold of the stone slabs making up my hotel room.

There’s a knock at the door. My watch says it’s seven a.m. Room service is right ...