I wake up in darkness. The room is quiet except for the hum of a swamp cooler wedged into the room’s only window. Little streams of light peaked out around the edges of the pull down blinds and as my eyes adjusted I saw a small desk with a chair, a couple of overloaded bookshelves and a coat rack. I sit up, my shoulder aching, but not enough to keep me down. Swinging my legs off the edge of the ancient cot I’m on is a struggle. I haven’t felt this weak since the day of my fall. I head for the door, anxious to find Julia, afraid of where I may have ended up.
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