My arms and legs feel heavy and eye sockets are strained. The buzz of activity outside my window is long gone. Only a faint ringing in my ears and a subtle taste of rotisserie chicken and lime hot sauce remain. Time for a steamy shower to soothe my skin, call my nerves, and bridge me toward a cool, solitary bed and a moonlit room where visions of strange characters and unpredictable events await. Until I wake in the middle of the night and tiptoe across the floorboards, careful not to disturb the neighbor downstairs. My eyes only partially open, so as not to face the real world just yet.
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