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Sunshine?

Calista stirred in her bed with a soft groan, cuddling more deeply into the soft blankets and pillows. Huh, she must've collapsed into bed last night She was sure that she would wake up hunched over in a chair in front of her computer. Whatever the case, lying in bed was infinitely more comfortable than being upright in a chair--no matter how comfortable her high-tech swively chair was. It's really great, being swathed in multiple pillows and blankets, the soft breeze flowing in, a warm body in her bed...

Still in dreamland, Calista rolled over and curled up against the figure in her bed, her subconscious not finding it weird at all. With a peaceful sigh, she snuggled her face against his chest, her dark hair falling over her face slightly. Pulling the covers over herself more securely, a murmur escaped from her lips. She was having a pleasant dreamless sleep, and even as she began to wake up, Calista fought to stay asleep.

However, when you start waking up, you become at least slightly conscious, and eventually wake up. Her eyes opened slowly and she stared at the stranger right in front of her. Something was wrong. Something was very very wrong. But what? As Calista slowly became aware of her surroundings, the puzzle pieces slowly fit together, bringing together a very alarming situation.

Holy--

Calista tumbled out of the bed with a squeal, landing in a heap on the floor. Tangled in multiple blankets, she had to navigate her way through the mess to sit up. By then, her hair was all messy and she was wide awake. A flood of questions crashed through her mind, so much that she had absolutely no idea where to start.

Where was she? What time was it? What is she wearing? She didn't own that nightgown. And who was in the bed with her?!

Calista scrambled backwards, scooting away with all of the blankets. "W-who are you? Where am I? What's going on!?"

However, even as she uttered those words, Calista thought that she recognized the figure. Where has she seen him before? There was something very peculiar about her situation, and she was getting a sense of deja vu. Why did everything seem so familiar?

Curling up within herself, Calista suppressed the urge to scream and run somewhere. There wasn't a hostile air, and that wouldn't accomplish anything. Still, she was positively shaking, and her eyes darted around everywhere in discomfort.