Tessy roused from sleep earlier than she normally would because she had trouble sleeping deeply, despite the perfect nature of the bed. The mattress was soft yet supportive, the sheets luxurious, and the room temperature ideal—yet none of it could calm her restless mind.
Utmost disappointment set in when she realized that she wasn't dreaming everything that had happened the night before. Her eyes traveled to the door, and relief washed over her when she saw that the table she had set behind the door was still in place. It was a small act of safety, a way to feel some semblance of control in this strange, unsettling situation.
Pushing her body to a sitting position, she grabbed her phone and tried to call Freya, only to realize the device was dead due to low battery. Tessy let out a frustrated groan, slammed the phone against the mattress, and fell back on the bed.
