I was asleep, to begin with. My bed was soft and warm, the room was dark and soothing – as soothing as an improvised bedroom that had once been a high school history classroom could be, anyway. Posters that I’d never bothered to remove peeled slowly off of the walls, leaving greasy spots behind where adhesive gum had been. Some long-gone teacher’s desk still sat by the whiteboard, presumably stuffed full of worksheets, grade books, and uninspired term papers; I’d never bothered to look. Taped to the desk’s surface, a picture of a smiling woman and a man I presumed was her smiling husband. I didn’t look at that picture often, not at all on a good day.
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