It was no specific noise that woke Justin Holmes. In fact, what he noticed most was the lack of sound. No hum of ventilation. No whir of electric power or hiss of plumbing. All the background noise supposed to be there was missing. His confused ears rebelled against the silence, constructing barriers of whining, mosquito-buzzing white noise.
What he noticed next was the pain. Every muscle and joint ached. His head throbbed, and opening his eyes only made things worse. Dressed in a sweaty crew-neck tee shirt, brand-name blue jeans and socks, he lay atop a quilted bedspread in a dark room, alone. The only light came from an old-fashioned lamp mounted on the wall above the headboard and giving off a feeble glow. He raised an arm to shield his eyes, and even this tiny movement was a labor.
This isn’t my bedroom, he realized.
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