Sweet Aftermath

The next day, Rosalind woke up still a little groggy. Peeking at the tightly drawn curtains, she lethargically rolled over, only to find that the spot next to her was already empty.

Slowly sitting up, she grabbed the remote control from the nightstand and pressed a button, the curtains swept open, letting in the high noon sunlight that bathed her face in a warm glow. Narrowing her eyes, she slowly