When I woke up I wasn’t at my house. I’m a heavy sleeper, so I woke up in a panic, I had to have been kidnapped. It was dark, too dark, and my hands were bound. I was laying down, a bed, maybe? I tried to calm myself, listening to what was going on around me. It was quiet… too quiet, so I started trying to free my hands.
I heard sinister laughter in my vicinity, as if it were triggered by my movement, someone waiting there, watching me sleeping, waiting for signs of life… was I drugged? I had to have been. I’m a heavy sleeper, but there’s no way I would have slept through this.
I stopped moving at the sound of the laughter. My heart rate spiked, my breathing gave away the dread that I would have otherwise tried to hide. I’m not weak. I will not just cave in. I have to… footsteps, I hear footsteps.
I bite down on my tongue, the pain centers me. I focus on that instead of the infinite possible reasons that I’m in this situation. I try to calm my breathing, clear my thoughts. I am not weak. I will get through this. I will find my way… a touch, I feel someone touching me… my stomach. Bare skin.