From dream to nightmare

I'm confused.

I am familiar with the musty smell and the contiguous space I find myself in.  Yet, as I barely come out of a deep sleep, the surrounding darkness disorients me.

Where am I?

I hear knocking at my window.  As the diffused noise gets more precise, ...

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I became the youngest franchisee in the history of Student Painters in Canada at 17.

My mother had vetoed the whole thing. I proceeded anyway.

That summer I managed painters, handled client problems, carried a roll of quarters to return calls from payphon...