She wakes up slowly, warm and comfortable, wrapped in a soft blanket and cradled in a nest of pillows.

What happened last night? It comes back to her in scattered fragments. The party—crying in the park—and then—

That has to have been a dream. Vampires don't exist. People as nice as Tas don't exist.

…but also, the bed in her dorm room is not remotely this comfy.

Tentatively, she opens her eyes.

She wakes up slowly, warm and comfortable, wrapped in a soft blanket and cradled in a nest of pillows.

What happened last night? It comes back to her in scattered fragments. The party—crying in the park—and then—

That has to have been a dream. Vampires don't exist. People as nice as Tas don't exist.

…but also, the bed in her dorm room is not remotely this comfy.

Tentatively, she opens her eyes.