Sunlight streaming through the window woke me. Did I remember what had happened? In that moment of waking, I was powerfully aware of being in someone else's bed.
"What a beautiful day," I murmured to myself.
And I remembered.
Mine is a simple, if extra long, mattress, on a bare metal frame. The bed I woke in was a queen, and I sprawled diagonally across one of the most comfortable mattresses I have ever slept on, buried under a thick down duvet.
I smiled.
And as my mouth curved upwards, my