Chapter 3

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When I awoke, sunlight streamed through the curtains into the living room, and drool covered one side of my face, as well as the cushion where my head lay. I sat up slowly, neck hurting because of the angle at which I’d slept, and my back stiff from not moving for a long period of time. I used my wrinkled shirt sleeve to wipe away the drool, then rubbed my eyes.

I needed to clean up and head to work soon, but I was so tired. At least the coffee was already made, since I had it on a timer. It smelled wonderful, and sometimes it was the only thing that kept me going through the day. I was begging for an ulcer, I just knew it. I dragged myself down the narrow hall to empty my bladder and shower.