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When I wake up, everything is deathly silent, aside from the faint murmur of road noise from outside. I roll over and look at the small alarm clock beside me, my neck and shoulders stiff and painful. The clock tells me it’s 9.41 a.m. I presume that’s right, but I wouldn’t know. If the quality of the clock is the same as the quality of anything else in this place, it could be three in the afternoon for all I know.
My first thought is that I’m amazed I managed to sleep so long. I’m not usually one for waking up late as it is, and in my current situation I’m not exactly finding it easy to relax. It’s clear to see, though, that something has allowed my brain to subconsciously loosen up and de-stress slightly. It’s probably the realisation that I’m fairly unlikely to be found here, because
