She blinked against the soft light filtering through cream-colored curtains. The bed beneath her was firm, the sheets crisp and cool. A metal bedside table held a glass of water and a small, familiar lamp with a green glass shade.

But the lamp's cord was too thin, too sleek. And the clock on the wall—its numbers were a strange, flat font she'd never seen before, and its second hand moved with a silent, perfect sweep instead of a tick.