Bad Waking
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He awoke, hands stained with blood.

Bad Waking

He awoke,

hands stained with blood.

Where was he?

Who was he?

Who's blood?

A highrise apartment.

Dusk.

A pretty view.

But no time.

He patted himself down.

No wounds.

The sheets, covered.

What to do?

A knock.

Panic set in.

"Police!"

"Open Up!!!"

Pounding.

Internal and out.

Heart throbbing.

Racing.

He opened the door.

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