Abriatis

Acroste had left some time after I'd punched him. I'd fallen asleep again not too long after that.

peace?
i'd:

; open schools in poor, not well-to-do areas
; plant gardens and trees where we need them most
; advocate for 'adopt don't shop' and no-kill shelters

By god, I want to get out of here.
Yet, at the same time, I don't.
I want to flee down my street, turn right at some random intersection
and just run.
I want to feel the wind in my hair

Waking up was hard. The room was almost too bright for my eyes.
When I tried to sit up, I could hardly support myself with my right arm. And that's the good one.