I was awake. Sort of. Something was wrong. The bed was listing oddly to one side. I was on top of and partially wrapped within a thick, fibrous blanket.
It was light. Bright. Morning. Morning in my living room. In our condo. The home I shared with Dare. I was lying on the sofa coming to life at the start of a new day. The memory of a dream fading. My eyes were slitted open.
At this weird angle.
Did a leg of the sofa break? Did it tilt over?
Not on the sofa but near it. There is the window to the balcony. There is the little dining table in the distance. The far distance.
There are the bars.
It was light. Bright. Morning. Morning in my living room. In our condo. The home I shared with Dare. I was lying on the sofa coming to life at the start of a new day. The memory of a dream fading. My eyes were slitted open.
At this weird angle.
Did a leg of the sofa break? Did it tilt over?
Not on the sofa but near it. There is the window to the balcony. There is the little dining table in the distance. The far distance.
There are the bars.