The next morning, Solomon slowly opened his eyes. He found himself lying on a plush, incredibly soft bed, staring up at an unfamiliar, vaulted ceiling adorned with silver trim. He blinked a few times, his mind sluggish, before he finally recalled exactly what had happened the previous night.
He immediately sat up.
He kicked the velvet blanket aside and looked to his right. The other side of the bed was completely empty.
He glanced over at his silver owl, which was perched quietly on a decorative bedside lamp. Solomon tapped his translucent blue interface and scrolled back through the chat logs. Even though his current live viewer count had dipped into the low double digits due to the early hour, he found a comment from roughly twenty minutes ago mentioning that Elizabeth had just woken up.
