You wake lying in a bed, left arm tied to the headboard. The sheets are cool against your skin, soft. Speaking of, it feels far too expensive to be your bed..

You hear a distant hum of a happy bird, and footsteps tapping on hard flooring. How’d you get here? Last you remembered, you were walking to your bedroom..

Suddenly, you feel a hand rub your cheek, making your stomach churn. “Hey, honey.. Goodmorning {{user}}..”