Rain's POV:
The morning sunlight slaps me straight across the face.
I groan for what feels like the hundredth time, twisting onto my side, then my stomach, then my back, trying to burrow deeper into the soft, floating heaven that is this bed.
The sheets are warm.
The mattress cradles me just right.
For a moment, I almost trick myself into thinking I could fall back asleep.
Almost.
Sleep keeps slipping through my fingers like water.
The dull ache in my belly finally eases, leaving behind a hollow, empty sensation ,and right on its heels comes hunger, sharp and demanding.
My body feels wrung out.
I crack my eyes open.
The ceiling doubles, blurs, then slowly steadies as my vision clears.
And just like that, last night crashes into me all at once.
I jolt upright.
The bed.
The room.
I'm in my bed.
My heart stutters.
How did I get here? I don't remember walking in.
Don't remember changing.
Don't remember anything past the edge of that fight.
Danny.
