Morning dew lines the air. The taxi is swerving. My head is spinning. Patrick is mouthing something out the window. The driver is rambling on about the traffic.
I hear honking.
Yelling.
Birds chirping.
WHEN an abrupt halt flies us directly into the abyss.
The world is put on pause.
Silence sneaks up without warning.
A car alarm goes off.
People are crowding around; strangers are getting awfully close—what do they want? One says, “it looks bad, call an ambulance!”
Out of the corner of my peripheral, my taxi driver is holding the steering wheel down with his head - I can’t see Patrick anywhere.
Sirens on the horizon draw near.
Someone’s now lifting me up into a vehicle.
What’s happening?
Am I being abducted?
Mm—sneaky aliens.
Moments later, or so it seems, I wake up in unidentifiable room.
Where am I?
And more importantly—WHOSE BED IS THIS?
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