Panic. My eyes snap open; sleep flees from my body as I awake.
“Where am I?” I ask to no one.
It’s a white room, the walls, the sheets, the furniture, everything is white here. There is a manicured lawn beyond the locked window.
“Where is my daughter?” I scream.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
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