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There's a strange sound coming from somewhere. From behind the walls. Above the ceiling. Like TV static . . . No, like, I don't know. Rain?
I guess around ten minutes pass. Whatever the sound is, I find it relaxing. My eyes begin to close. My head droops forward. Until something snaps me awake. A spot on the concrete floor. Dark. New. Wet.
Another one. Splat. And another. I get up off the mattress and stretch the stiffness out of my legs. I shuffle over toward the middle of the room. I see a big, fat droplet fall from above and land on the floor. I look up and see a wet patch in the ceiling.
I thought the ceiling was cement. But maybe not. What do they call that stuff they use? Drywall? Whatever it is, the rain’s coming through it. Even in the low light of the room, I can see the we
