Chapter Twenty-ThreeI awoke in fits and bursts, lying on my stomach, aching all over and unable to remember what, or where, I was. The pain of waking this way, disoriented and cold sent me back to the past, to the PSS, waking inside a cage. Because I was chilled and uncomfortable, I had the impression of lying on a cold metal slab, the way I usually did after stressful testing.
But the sensation wasn't right. A little confusing.
Opening my eyes, I noticed the familiar dark-hued wood of my nightstand. A glass filled with water sat beside my clock. The green numbers read 9:17. I was in bed, in my apartment. The PSS faded into the background, like the memory of a bad dream.
Something shifted at the foot of the bed, and seeing Diggy there, sitting in the high- chair from the kitchen, legs s
