Deep Dark Secret
“An ancient-looking man with deep wrinkles and a permanent scowl was staring at me. He held a broom handle in one hand and presumably had just finished poking me with it, judging by its angle and the sore spot on my ribs.
“Guh.”
“This ain’t no goddamn Super 8, lady. We got ‘em goddamn dorm rooms for a reason.” It looked like he wanted to give me another prod. I appeared to have fallen asleep in a classroom. Where was I?
“What time is it?” Rubbing my eyes with the heels of my palms only made everything blurrier.
“It’s one in the goddamn morning.”
“No, that can’t be right.” But then again, what time was I expecting it to be?
The obliging old man jammed his watch in my face. Unless his Timex was way off, he was telling me the truth. What the fuck? I tried to remember something, anything from earlier in the night, but I drew a blank.
“Where am I?”
“You gotta be joking.”
I shook my head, trying to keep the wave of panic from swelling up inside me. “No. I’m not.”
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