David Miller opened his eyes, his breath still ragged, his body trembling from the intensity of the moment just past. Sofia clung to him, her eyes still closed, her fingers digging into his shoulders. But something was wrong. The room around them was unfamiliar—the ceiling too high, adorned with intricate molding he didn't recognize, and the light pouring through an expansive panoramic window was colder than in his apartment. He froze, his gaze darting to the window, and his heart stopped: beyond the glass stretched London—the Thames shimmering in the morning light, the London Eye turning slowly on the horizon.
"Sophie," he gasped, his voice hoarse with a mix of lingering pleasure and shock. She lifted her head slowly, her eyes still clouded with passion, but they widened as she took in the view beyond the window.
"David…" Her voice quivered as she pressed herself closer to him, her bare body still trembling from their intimacy. "This… where are we?"
This wasn't just a vision of another place; what was happening could no longer be called a vision—reality had fractured, and they had… teleported. The bed beneath them was wider, framed with heavy wooden posts and draped in silk linens they had never seen before. The room was spacious, with towering windows that opened onto a city both familiar and alien. This was London—alive, breathing, with the damp scent of the Thames and the distant hum of its streets.
"This isn't a vision," David said, his voice low and taut. "We're… we're here, Sophie."
They rose slowly from the bed, their bare forms reflected in the glass of the panoramic window. Sofia stepped toward it, her movements hesitant, as if she feared the world beneath her might vanish. David followed, his hand resting on her waist, as though it could anchor them in this new reality. They stood at the window, gazing at the Thames, its dark waters, the London Eye, and a city that was not their home.
"It's real," Sophie whispered. "David, we… how did we get here?" Her eyes glistened, and he saw fear giving way to panic. "This isn't just a vision. It's… another reality."
He wanted to respond, but the words caught in his throat. He looked at her, at her bare form still warm from their closeness, at her face contorted with a mix of awe and dread. They were accustomed to fleeting glimpses of the otherworldly, but this was different. They weren't just seeing—they were here, in this foreign world.
"Darling," he began, searching for words to soothe her, but in that moment, she clutched his hand, her legs buckling beneath her, her eyes rolling back.
David caught Sofia before she could fall, his arms wrapping tightly around her to keep her from collapsing to the floor.
"My head's spinning," she murmured faintly.
And London began to fade…