High and Dry (Part 2)
September 5th 2008 The alarm on my cell phone is going off and I futilely bat my hand at the empty air trying to find it. I force myself into consciousness enough to remember that I'm on the top bunk and that the phone is tucked into a pocket of my pack at the foot of the bottom bunk.
I scramble my way to the foot of the bed and hop down to the floor. I rip the phone from the pocket and cancel the alarm as quick
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