Not in a bed. I can feel the hardness of the floor, or ground, beneath me. That’s all I’m able to discern before the dryness of my mouth demands my full attention. I try to open my eyes, but even my eyelids are sticky. Fuck. The smallest movement of my head, and I feel like I’m going to be sick. I lie still, listening to the ticking of a clock. Ungodly fucking loud. My nightstand clock? The kitchen clock? I shift my arm a little and I can feel the plush carpet underneath my ass. So I’m in my bedroom. I crack open my eyes, and there’s the ceiling. I make the mistake of trying to sit upright. Pain rips through the side of my chest, so unexpected, cold sweat pops out all over me. I push myself the rest of the way up and slit my dry eyes open. Look around. I’m lying just outside the bathroom, on a pallet on the floor with lots of blankets.
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