Never in my life (or death) has a bed felt so good.
When I got inside my quarters and threw myself face-down on the enormous bed, I never wanted to get back up again. It was all the paradise I needed.
I hadn't had a good night's sleep since I'd died. If I could just get some solid rest, maybe I could think clearly and handle my crazy situation better. Maybe I could figure it all out and take control instead of running blindly from one drama to the next.
So I just totally went for it. The second my head hit the luxurious pillows, I closed my eyes and let myself drift. I pushed out all my worries about Byzantine and the rebels and the movie shoot, forcibly shoved them out of my mind and floated toward blissful oblivion. It didn't take long for me to fall asleep.
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