The faint, silvery glow of dawn slipped through the half-drawn curtains, painting pale lines across the ceiling. Katherine stirred beneath the covers, a soft frown creasing her brow as the haze of sleep clung stubbornly to her. Her body felt heavier than usual, as though gravity itself was conspiring to keep her from rising. The warmth of the sheets cocooned her, unfamiliar, too gentle for the makeshift comfort of the couch she remembered falling asleep on last night. Confusion pricked her groggy mind, and with a flutter of lashes, she blinked into wakefulness.
It wasn't until her gaze swept across the familiar outline of her room that the strangeness settled in. Her heart skipped once, twice, as her sluggish mind caught up. She wasn't on the couch. She wasn't even in the living room. She was in her bed.
Her head jerked slightly, and then she froze.
