The only reason I woke up in the morning was because I felt a seagull peck at the strings of my hoodie. My eyes flew open and I shooed the bird. It squawked in surprise, cawing as a whole flock of seagulls flew off with it.

The fuck?

I looked around rapidly, trying to get a grasp of where I was. I felt dazed like the night after a bender. Dizzy and delirious in the head even though my body felt unbelievably satisfied. My scars felt less puckered. My skin was less ...