I woke to the sound of loud voices, people shouting, and hurried movements.

I was stiff from sleeping curled up in a tight ball (to keep warm) on a hard cot and felt hung-over from the Xanax I’d taken the night before to fall asleep after seeing a scorpion. But I felt elated to be alive, that I had survived the night alone intact, and that my bag was still strapped to my pant leg.

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