Listening to music, soft, pleasant, especially the singer’s voice. I like his husky tone. It’s an oldie, I must have listened to that song thousands of times before. I start humming along softly to the tune. The quilt is wrapped around me, I feel good. I stretch, slip further under the quilt, pull it up to my eyes. It’s too short, now my feet are sticking out. Not that it’s cold, but covered up is more comfortable. I cross my feet and rub the sole of one over the back of the other. I clasp the toes of one foot around the toes of the other. Slowly I run my hand over my body. I’m naked! All at once the pleasant sensations of the last few minutes are gone. I know I didn’t undress myself! I open my eyes. A stabbing pain. I see the wooden ceiling of the room, but the room itself is entirely strange to me. Where am I? Don’t panic – think! The last thing I remember is the bloody trapdoor…and that guy. He was standing behind it. I was scared to death, and then I don’t remember any more.
