“Good morning, Ms. Mukherjee.”
Startled awake, she opened her eyes and clutched the hem of the blanket draped over her body. “Who’s there?” Darkness engulfed her, but she could feel this wasn’t her bed. The surface bent slightly and pressed too hard on her back. Nor was the blanket hers. It brushed her fingertips like a kitten’s fur. Why am I sleeping here? Where is here?


