Last night I woke to find myself in a stranger's bedroom. The covers humped like a collapsed parachute in the center of a queen-sized bed. Venetian blinds hung lopsidedly at a broken window. The slats rattled in a hot summer breeze.


    I blinked down at my hands. The fingers were short and thick. Dark hair curled just below the knuckles. When did I ever have so much hair? Next