As yet untitled short story
I woke to the smell of bacon and coffee and the sound of happy chatter downstairs. I’ve never been a morning person, but today, I’m excited about breakfast and whatever is happening in the kitchen. I sit up, stretch, and sit on the side of my bed for a moment until it hits me: This is all wrong. The feeling of contentment is now a cold lump of fear in my gut as I look around and find nothing familiar about my surroundings. There is no phone on the nightstand, only a glass of water and a medication bottle with my name on the label. What the hell?! I shove my feet into the fuzzy bear paw slippers next to the bed and cover myself with a ratty bathrobe from the end of the bed. There is no reason to wander around half-naked and confused. I don’t know how I got here, but I gather my wits about me and look for a bathroom. I’d rather not face this with a full bladder. * ...