I woke up in a cold sweat, again.
Laying on my futon in the bedroom at 7B, I tried to slow my panting breath. Another nightmare.
Instead of staying in bed, I opened the door of my bedroom and tiptoed to the bathroom. The doors of my two roommates, whom I’d only met a few weeks before, were closed. That space between the d…
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