Sam lay a little confused, but remembered he hadn’t yet eaten dinner that night. “What time is it?” he asked.
Zeke responded, “It’s past 8. We’ve been trying to wake you up for over an hour!”
Sam sat up, real groggy. “Dammit! It’s fucking past 8!”
“Dude, you really napped,” Zeke said. “But we’ve kept your dinner warm. I’ll go down and tell Bri that you’ll be down in a few minutes.”
After Zeke left the room, Sam struggled to stand up. Man, was he exhausted! He looked around the room. He felt odd. Not just tired, something else was wrong, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Somehow the room looked different.
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