Coming Out The Closet
BISHOP
I wake up in a room with no doors.
Or at least it seems like it.
The bright fluorescent lights above my head are the sort that come standard in any government-sanctioned building.
The minute I open my eyes, there they are, blazing. They burn the will to wake up right out of my irises, and I squeeze my eyelids shut immediately, wanting to roll over and go back to sleep, needing to feel the warmth of Dani in my bed.
Except when I try to… there is no Dani. And I can tell by the silvery railings on either side of my mattress… that this isn’t my bed either.
The realization brings me back to full consciousness, and I bolt upwards, attempting to sit up in bed when I realize that I am lightly strapped in with tan-colored cords crossed over my abdomen and legs.
