Oh God, once again the scent of spices and horrible poisonous seaweed permeated my brain and brought me up from a very nice dream. The first thing I heard was a high male voice whining and demanding decent food. It had a bit of an Asian accent, Thai maybe? I had no idea. I figured it was my roommate. At least, he didn’t like the food either. As I came slogging up through the morass of my pain back to reality, I realized I’d been doing almost nothing but crying since I got here. You’d think I’d be dehydrated by now. I was thirsty, then I remembered where my lovely ice cold Seven-Up had gone, and I almost laughed, but then I almost cried too, so I gave up and opened my eyes. Good. There was nobody there.
The sun was slanting into the room lighting up the far wall, with its door to the hallw
