Do you know that feeling when you wake up in a hotel room and for a brief moment you do not remember where you are? What if that moment didn’t end? It happened to me and the moment became a full blown panic attack.
Yesterday morning I woke up in a hotel room with blood on my shirt, in my hair, under my nails. I have no memory of how I got to the hotel room or where the blood came from. I wasn’t injured, and it didn’t seem to be my blood, but I was alone in the room and there wasn’t blood on anything but me, so whose blood was it?
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