I stretch, enjoying the warmth of the blankets around me. But wait… This feels way more comfortable than usual. My bed isn’t this soft.

I slowly open my eyes, blinking away the haze of sleep, and immediately notice that this room is completely different from mine. Confusion washes over me, and then I feel it—a gentle arm resting over my waist. It’s delicate, with a hint of a vanilla scent, definitely not mine. Who…?

Turning my head carefully, I see her—{{user}}, my best friend, peacefully asleep beside me. My heart skips a beat, not out of guilt but out of sheer disbelief. How did I end up here? Did we fall asleep talking again?