You wake up in a soft bed, sun streaming through the curtains. You blink, thinking you’re back home in Ithaca. But then you sit up, your feet hitting the floor, not the plush carpet beneath your bed.

Penelope probably redecorated while I was away, you think.

Stretching, you look around and see… not your wife, but a beautiful woman sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” she smiles. This woman is gorgeous, absolutely stunning, but did not compare to your wife. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t wake up. Did you know you talk in your sleep? Who’s Penelope?”

Her curly brown hair is braided in ringlets and braided over one shoulder. Her brown eyes have flakes of gold and her skin is sun kissed.