The Loft

MEGAN

I WOKE up in the daze of darkness, tucked under the soft comforter. It took a few moments for me to realize where I was. I used to keep on the lamp on my nightstand. Considering the masculine smell seemed so... familiar, I wasn’t definitely in my bed. I rubbed my eyes and let them adjust to the dark surrounding.

I blindly flicked the lamp on the nightstand. The yellow light started to illuminate around.

Holy shit!

Freaked out, I sat up. The bedroom was sleek and simple in sophisticated gray and white color from the bed to the curtain and the sliding door to my left. Despite the plain colors, it didn’t silently cry out solitude. I dragged my feet out of the king-sized bed to the glossy wooden plank flooring.

Out of curiosity, I tiptoed toward the door, sliding it wide. My mouth slacked open. It was a walked-in closet full of fancy tailored suits and shirts arranged in color. Shoes in leather and sneakers. Casual clothes, ja