The chill returns to my body. My eyes fly open.
Where am I?
What happened?
I’m in the most magnificent room I’ve ever seen in either real life or a magazine.
The bed I’m lying on is enormous. Much bigger than a traditional king. It’s a white canopy bed with white linen sheets softer than a pile of feathers. Floor to ceiling windows line the wall, giving me a view of a balcony most people would pay a fortune to sit on, because it has the most unobscured, private view of turquoise blue water I’ve ever seen. You can’t even see any sailboats on the horizon, that’s how reclusive it feels. Like you are on your own tranquil piece of paradise.
But I want to sprint over to the curtains and pull them shut, blocking out the f*****g sun and the divine view that makes my stomach want to hurl.
