After Midnight With Him
Sophia Bennett
The morning sunlight sliced through the room like an unwelcome intruder, painting everything in harsh golds and forcing me to squint against its glare. I let out a heavy sigh, rolling over in the unfamiliar bed, my body heavy with the remnants of sleep and something far more unsettling. “Babe, close the curtains, Ethan,” I mumbled, my voice thick and groggy. “Ethan?”
No answer. Just the soft hum of air conditioning and the distant murmur of city life far below.