It was strange to sleep so well in a bed that wasn't mine. Even stranger was that I had slept all night like a dormouse in Oz's arms. I felt so relaxed with his breath on my shoulder and his hair tickling my cheek, I didn't think it could be so good to wake up with someone.
Trying not to wake him, I freed myself from his arm and stepped out of the covers. I put on the shirt Oz had given me the night before and walked barefoot to the kitchen. The large clock in the lounge showed that it was just after 7am and I enjoyed the first light of the sun on a gloomy New York.
I took out my cell phone, which I had left on the sofa yesterday, and read the messages that had arrived. Aside from the usual chat games in the game, Janny had also written to me asking how it was doing. I told her it was al
