The last thing Tyler could remember was
looking down at his receipt as he removed his card from the ATM
machine. He had a bad habit of walking away from the machine as it
beeped, alerting him to the fact that he was not as smart as he told
himself.
$9,483.07.
That was how much he had in his account
and it was the most he'd ever had. For the last ten months he'd been
saving money from every single paycheck from the mail room. Every
ache and pain he felt during the long bus rides home, paper cuts,
constant sneezing from dust, and unimpressed looks from dates he got
for his occupation was worth it for that $9,483.07.
“Almost awake.”
Tyler froze in place. Awake? Where was
he? Who said that? Was he asleep? It was now registering that he
could not feel his limbs. He tried to open eyes he could not blink.
“Wheeeeeeeeeeere...?” he droned in a voice he did not recognize
as his own.
