Paul
Pain and disorientation greet me as I slowly regain consciousness. Through closed eyes, I try to remember what happened.
Did I drink too much?
That's what it feels like—a hangover with a heavy head, throbbing temples, and a dry mouth.
I slowly open my eyes to the darkness surrounding me as memories return.
Slowly at first, it's a stream of consciousness.
There was a storm.
My body aches with a deep chill.
In the black of night, I listen. From the sound alone, it seems as though the storm has finally subsided. It's as I reach for Jenn that something within my chest clenches. She isn't with me. I'm also not in the bed but on the hard, cold concrete floor.
Where am I?
My eyes can't adjust to the utter black of the dark. Slowly I move my sore muscles and use my hands to see
