Generally, I'm not a heavy sleeper. No, when I lose time, huge chunks of it erased completely from my memory, I'm usually awake. Now, the room snaps into clear relief, a bedroom that isn't mine, and I can't hold onto a single detail of how I got here.

There's someone curled up in the bed at my side, petite and brunette, and without a word, I sit, scowling at the scatter of clothes around us.