The Case of the Sneaking Rut
5 min readFeb 25, 2020
Once upon a time, under the covers of a bed not so far away, I found myself trapped.
Outside, the fall air was blanketed in fog and I was groggy, struggling to get the morning started.
The sheets weighed like cinderblocks — they usually do but on this particular morning they were oddly stronger than normal.
