When Mira woke up the next morning, it felt different. It felt like she’d been asleep for days, waking up for the first time in a week. She opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling, blinking from the harsh sunlight coming through the window. She looked down and around the room, finding herself in Jackson White’s bedroom at his flat. She looked down at her body and found herself covered by the bedsheets. She moved her arm, finding the motions sluggish and weak, lifting the sheets checking if she was naked. She was, her clothes folded neatly on the chair nearby.
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