Page 100 of Diluted Truths

Missing for Two Hours

I awoke with a start.

Where was I?

I looked around trying to get my bearings.

Was I in a field?

I slowly stood. I felt tired and weak.

How did I get here?

I racked my brain, trying to remember how I got here or where I was.

Griffin.

It was Griffin. He took me. Drugged me?

Where were my shoes?

Was that a cabin?

I squinted towards the structure. Yep, it was a cabin. There must be someone in there because there were lights flickering through the windows on the second story.

I circled around, trying to find a way in. Maybe the person who was in there could help me.

There was a door.

I banged as hard as I could, calling for help.

No one answered.

Where was I?

It was too dark to take full stock of where I was.

I slumped down in front of the door and rested my head between my knees.

One deep breath.

Two.

Okay, I could do this. I could figure this out. I looked up again. I was now sitting facing the door, maybe five feet away.

How did I get here?

Did I move?

I couldn’t figure out what was happening. My thoughts and memories were foggy.

Where were my shoes?

Missing for Two Days

Someone had to be searching for me by now. Will was supposed to come over at seven. That would have been hours and hours ago.

What didn’t make sense to me was this dream. Everything was so vivid. I heard of lucid dreaming before. Sarah found the concept of it fascinating. You were dreaming but completely aware. That must be what was happening to me. Maybe the drugs that Griffin used to knock me out caused you to have lucid dreams? That was the only explanation I could come up with.