Tapestry Of Lives: A Multifaceted Journey

Chapter Thirty-six

Damn, this relaxation is out of this world. I haven't felt this level of bliss in my entire life.

No wonder I overslept-this bed practically cradles you.

It's a whole different ballgame compared to what I had back in Ado Ekiti.

Seriously, calling that thing a bed would be a stretch. It's more like a flimsy mat.

It's so flat it feels like you're sleeping on the ground, and when you wake up, your spine feels like it's been through a war zone.

There's no bed frame-what's that thing called again? Oh right, a wooden base. Too cumbersome to keep saying that.

Anyway, the moment I hit the sheets last night was unforgettable, but waking up on this king-size bed has set a new standard for joy.

I stretched my arms wide, letting out a blissful yawn.

This bed-my personal paradise-is just everything.

Make sure to tag this as my #ComfortZone.

Hold on, it feels like I've missed something.

Oh right!

How could I forget the things I wanted to tell mom last night? She must be worried all through the night that I didn't return. She's probably been blowing up my phone, and I had it switched off during that argument.

Speaking of argument, where is-

I glance to my side, greeted by an empty expanse.

Maybe he just went out.

I shrug. At least I'm free from his nagging for a bit. Hopefully, he stays away for a while.

Still in last night's outfit?

I shook my head, sliding out of bed and feeling the chill of the pristine white tiles beneath my feet.

All I brought with me were myself, my phone, charger, and house key. No spare clothes, slippers, or underwear.

So, this is it? Shower and put on the same outfit? But at least I can swap out the underwear.

Don't look at me like that. I didn't plan on being a prisoner here.

Sure, I thought I'd be hanging out with friends, not getting tangled up with some mysterious yet oddly familiar guy.

Ugh.

I caught a whiff of myself and, yep, definitely not fresh. Maybe that's why he bolted so early-couldn't handle the body odor.

If only he'd let me go home to grab my stuff or, better yet, go shopping.

I'm not even familiar with this place. How the hell do I find the-

I was about to say 'bathroom.'

Great, just great.

As I scanned the room, I spotted a small white door in the distance. That has to be the way-or maybe not.

Just inches away, another door caught my eye. This one seemed like it might lead to a closet or changing room.

Curiosity got the better of me, so I padded barefoot across the room, turning the doorknob with a sense of anticipation. To my surprise, it was a closet packed with men's clothes. I shut the door gently and turned to the other one.

This time, I found the bathroom. But why was there a narrow passage leading to it?

The space was immaculate, with white tiles covering the walls, floor, and even the ceiling. I ran my hands along the pristine surfaces, marveling at the luxury that seemed straight out of a movie.