Morning didn't stir Rebecca DeLuca the way it used to anymore, maybe it was because she's been a sleeping beauty for past four years, and now she didn't know how waking up should feel like, besides thinking about the weird dreams and semi-insomnia that goes on until four AM. There was no jolt from the early morning sun, no harsh slap of reality waiting like it use to be years ago. Instead, she woke up with her breath unfurling in a room that smelled of fresh linen and wilted roses. The vase on ...