The Promise Of A Pencil: How An Ordinary Person Can Create Extraordinary Change - Plot & Excerpts
I’d woken up with my bed tossed diagonally across a room that I no longer recognized. My tiny dresser, with the drawers I had taped shut to keep from hearing them open and slam closed, open and slam, was flipped on its side. Clothes and textbooks carpeted the floor. My cherished Canon SD300, cracked, lay on the ground. I looked over at my roommate, Jaret, who was usually so upbeat and always writing furiously in his journal. He was pale and locked with fear. I couldn’t figure out what was happening, but I knew it couldn’t be good. At least my headache was gone. I’d forgotten to pack my Excedrin PM, so the night before when a horrific migraine took hold of me, I swallowed an Ambien to knock me out. I wasn’t a stranger to sleep aids; I’d been taking them to battle bouts of insomnia since high school. Ambien didn’t lull me to sleep; it pinned me in a deep slumber and held me there against all odds. “What the hell happened in here?” I asked Jaret. I attempted to stand, and the room swayed to its side.
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