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Eyes sticky. Head heavy. Body aching all over. I listen to the noise on the street outside the motel room.
Traffic passing left and right.
People walking and talking in the near distance.
A door swinging shut and the hiss and rumble of a heavy-rolling truck.
The room is hot. Nasty. The smell of bad breath and BO.
Smells like death.
Think I forgot to turn on the air con.
I feel around on the bedside table for the remote. I point and shoot at the unit in the top right of the room. The flaps open and it starts to pump out a stream of cold air.
I snatch my watch off the bedside table and check the time.
Damn, it's afternoon already. I groan and shift my weight up in bed. My mouth feels like I drank a bag of sand.
I haul my weight out of bed and walk sleepy-eyed to the fridge. I f
