I begin to wonder what is outside. I have no idea. My coverings keep everything secret. I slowly lift the blanket. I m in my bedroom.
Nothing is there.
It is bright, too bright. My eyes adjust. The walls are familiar, covered by the posters and pictures of my favorite bands like The Misfits and Operation Ivy and the best movies like Train Spotting and Young Guns II . There isn t a spot blank. I ve filled the holes with patches of junk like concert tickets from Green Day shows and post cards from stupid places like Seattle and New York.