Aliyah
The incessant snuffle of snoring woke me from my slumber with a start. I tried to sit up but the rushing pressure to my head was too much to bare, and I laid flat on the bed massaging my temples. My nose crinkled as I sniffed in the scent of disinfectant and moving minimally, scanned the room. As I turned my head, I felt a pulling sensation snag at my neck and instantly remembered the events of earlier.
Reaching my hand up, I felt the roughness of a wound along my neck and winced. I felt my stomach churn as the memory of his foul breath tickled at my senses. I vaguely wondered if I’d need a shot to avoid any blood contamination from his rotten teeth.
The snuffle sounded again reminding me I wasn’t alone in the room. Looking in the direction of the sound, I found a mop of black
