Curiosity seems to get the better of us as we both slip into the carpeted space between our beds, studying the confusion in each other’s eyes.

Everything about last night is still drawing a blank, but there is something I remember about her. It was just before I fell asleep, I think.

I remember pressing my palm against hers, and then…nothing at all. But what if our hands touched now? Would it awaken some memory?

Judging from Alexa’s expression, I’m guessing she has the same idea.