I woke up feeling groggy. My head was spinning.

He was real close. He had worry in his eyes. Anger, too.

I could even feel his breath. Hot. Smokey. He was studying

my face and arms. Checking for bruises. Or blood, probably.

“You fell,” he said.

I fell back to sleep. When I awoke it was dark.

It was only then I realized I was on the floor. Still.

I’m ashamed to say I didn’t leave him then.

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