Awakening Daymare

The police baton banged along steel bars, stabbing at my slumbering brain.

“She’s awake,” called out the young constable, carrying two coffee mugs.

Heaving upright, the ceiling seemed to drop on my head. “Oww!” Palms cradled my oversized skull. Powder coated eyeballs winced at the grey surroundings. Scents of stale socks combined with urine and soured cheese singed my sinuses, and my tongue was slick with sand. If this was awake, shoot me now! Continue reading “Awakening Daymare”