SamWhen Sam stretched out on the scratchy hotel comforter, the sunlight coming in the window blinded him, and pain shot through his head. Why didn’t I make sure that was closed before I fell asleep? It was probably because he’d taken a sleep aid in order to fall asleep. The pills had helped him to doze off quickly, still in his clothes and with one leg hanging off the edge of the bed.
The screaming in his head refused to cease, and for some reason there were kids running up and down the hallway outside his room. He didn’t know what kind of kids sounded like a herd of cattle, but they did.
“Oh, f**k me.” He groaned. If he had the strength, he’d get up and pull the blind closed, but he didn’t. His head felt like a bowling ball, too heavy for his neck to hold up. His mouth felt like it was
