Letting Go to Start Over – Chapter 3

When Alan wakes, it doesn’t even take him a matter of seconds to know that something is different. The ceiling above him is not his own, the bed beneath his back is absolutely not memory foam, and the feel of the sheets between his fingers speaks of material far coarser than that of his own comforter.

Alan lifts his head, regrets it instantly, the room giving a violent lurch and reminding him a little of the previous night. He’d drank too much, far, far too much, had known exactly the point w...