Susan woke to the sun in her eyes. Her first thought was that someone should have closed the curtains: it felt too good in this bed to get up just yet.
A moment later she was fully awake. This was her hotel room, exactly as she had remembered it. Not the prison suite she remembered from the last few days.
Or, at least she thought she remembered. The memories of being locked in that room were fuzzy, indistinct, almost dream-like. Susan found herself looking down at her body to see if those memories were real.