I wake up to blackness. My eyes are open but I see nothing. I'm vertical, standing tall, but can't move. I feel something holding my wrists and ankles to the cold, hard wall. Where the hell

For years I had lived in the city dreaming of privacy. The busy streets and congested apartments never allowed one a feeling of seclusion. That was why I moved. That was why I bought this house. Sure,

It had been another long, hard day at work. The daily grind...the daily nine to five...the daily crawl towards retirement. As usual I walked the busy sidewalk home avoiding eye contact at all costs.