A Stranger in My Bed

“I woke up in the morning. Bright sunlight was shining in my eyes even through the curtains drawn down. I was lying on the bed, covered with a snow-white blanket…

What? What curtains, what bed, where am I at all? I jerked myself upright and looked around. And that’s when I expected not just horror—but a shock. I couldn’t figure out where I’d ended up. Light walls. An absolutely empty little table next to the bed. This isn’t my home and not my bed: if I had had a little table like that, it would have been overflowing with a bunch of small stuff I somehow thought I needed to keep by the bed!..”