Where the hell am I?
My eyes flash open and I'm about to scream when I realize it wasn't real. It was a full-on nightmare. I was standing on a banister with my neck in a noose. I was about to jump. I was dreaming. Dreaming. But it felt so real I think I might throw up.
A beam of sunlight blinds me, making it impossible to see anything.
No, no, no!
My eyes dart around the room. I touch my watch, scooting over the second I see a dark spot, still groggy from sleep. I catch a glimpse of the time, but I must be reading it wrong. I probably need another second for my eyes to adjust. Checking it again, the air is sucked out of my body.
Holy s**t.
There is no way it's 3:23 in the afternoon. A split second later, my stomach plunges in a downward spiral of nausea.
What.
Is.
Going.
On?
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