I lie on the top of the duvet. I didn’t think I would really fall asleep, but I do.
Everything in the bathroom drips with gold. The chandelier is a ridiculous size. Each small teardrop crystal sparkles, and the reflection dances along the cream tiles. I step up to the double sinks. I press my index finger to one of the gold taps, and when I remove my hand, my imprint is left. As I move to grab some tissue to clean off my fingerprint, the lights go out. The room is pitch black, and I feel my way along the wall to the door.
I enter the hallway that has some light. I pause when I hear voices.
I can’t make out the words or who Jared is speaking to. I walk in the direction of their voices.
"Jared." He has his back to me, and when he turns, the light from the window catches his features.
"Go back," he snarls.
Trepidation drips slowly down my spine as I look past Jared and to the other person, who I can’t fully make out.