Frank sat up in bed and peered out the window. He felt different this morning but wasn’t sure what it was that made it that way. The city was quiet at that time of the morning, and if you listened quietly, you could hear the pigeons cooing at the park across the street. Frank let out a sigh and reached over for his glass of water off the nightstand. “Good morning handsome,” said a voice. Frank turned quickly and looked around his room; he was alone last night as far as he could remember. “Hello?” Said frank in an unsure voice. “Don’t be startled, I won’t hurt you.” Frank jumped up from the bed and gazed around the room frantically. “Where are you and why are you in my room?” The voice let out a soft giggle, “I’m not in your room.”
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