Fumiko stretched luxuriously, a soft groan escaping her lips as she emerged from a surprisingly deep sleep. Disoriented,she blinked at the unfamiliar surroundings. The sheets were cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the stiff chair she'd envisioned waking up in.
Panic clawed at her throat. "How did I fall asleep so tightly? And where are my files and laptop?" she mumbled,scrambling out of bed. A frantic search of her surroundings revealed her files neatly stacked on the nightstand, the laptop resting innocently on the couch. Confusion creased her brow.
Her memory flickered back, piecing together the events of the previous night. Hunched over the interview transcript,exhaustion had finally claimed her. But how did the files end up on the nightstand? And the laptop – her precious work station – on Hiroto's usual spot on the couch?