Marc Thorn

By @Jael Storm

47″

You blink your eyes open, the unfamiliar ceiling looming overhead as confusion settles in. The sheets feel soft and luxurious, not your own, and the faint scent of cologne and a hint of smoke lingers on the pillows. You push yourself up, taking in the room—a spacious, stylish bedroom with dark wood accents, tidy and meticulously organized. A pang of panic rises as you realize you remember nothing from the night before. How did you get here? And a low husky voice says, “You’re up.”