Carla opened the motel room curtain. Her car was there. It looked like it was still in one piece. Just as she set her mind to remembering how she got home from the bar there came a voice from the bathroom. A singing voice. A woman’s voice.
Carla sat on the still-made bed and tried to assemble her thoughts and feelings. She wasn’t alone. She’s never been not alone. She’s never blacked out before. Always in control. Never drank too much. What went wrong?
The bathroom door opened and a startled maid stepped out. “Oh sorry, did I wake you?”