She didn't want to open her eyes. It was soft and warm under the covers.

The pillow against her cheek was comfortable, and the faint noises from somewhere far off didn't disturb her sleep.

Emilia pulled the comforter up a little.

How long had it been since she'd lain like this in the morning, thinking about nothing?

After her father died, even falling asleep had become hard.

Until recently, the moment she closed her eyes, everything she hadn't gotten to that day came crowding into her head.

Even when she finally drifted off, the smallest noise would make her give a start and wake.

More than once she'd reached for her phone without thinking, though it hadn't rung.

She was afraid someone would bring her sudden bad news again.

The blackout curtains in her bedroom were always drawn. She kept out all light and noise and even put the clock away where she couldn't see it.

However carefully she guarded her sleep, she could count on her fingers the nights she slept deeply.

Once in St Moritz. And now.

She'd slept so soundly she had no idea how the night had gone by.

The bedding smelled clean and fresh. Warmth tickled her forehead, and Emilia slowly opened her eyes.

Sunlight. Bright light had settled at the foot of the bed.

"……?" Emilia blinked. Sunlight couldn't possibly reach her bedroom.

There wasn't a single gap there for the morning sun to get through.

Lying there, she turned her head, and an unfamiliar ceiling caught her eye.

She was so startled that she shot upright in an instant. The comforter slid softly off her.

A spacious bedroom spread out before her.

Through the half-open door, she could see a living room.

A sofa sat by the window, and beyond the big panes of glass stood New York's high-rises.

A hotel.

And not an ordinary room, either. A suite.

Emilia hurriedly checked herself over.

Her cream knit dress. She was still wearing exactly what she'd worn yesterday.

The hem had ridden up a little toward her knees, but otherwise nothing was different.

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