Chapter 3

I cleaned up, dressed in an old tank top and jock strap and plopped myself on the bed, eyelids falling shut before I could think about anything more than the deep, raspy voice that had somehow soothed me.

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The bright morning sunlight woke me. The only windows in my apartment were by the bed, and the blinds were open. I felt groggy and disoriented, wanting the world to just tone it down a bit. Rubbing my face, I sat up and blinked, gazing bleary-eyed at the rooftop of the building next door. What the hell was I supposed to do with my life now?

I rolled my shoulders and moved my neck from side to side before standing and stretching. My body was sore, a reminder of the disaster from yesterday that I really didn’t want to contemplate right now. I went to the bathroom to take a piss, then wandered into the living room, only to freeze in shock.