The sheets, discolored from sweat, clung to him as he tried to escape the spinning room. His arm shackled by the thrashing as the 700 thread count bastard wrapped itself around his wrist. With a final, forceful tug, he freed himself from the bed only to introduce his knee to the nightstand.

“Fuck!â€? His hand slammed upon his mouth trying to muffle the scream. His lip smashed so hard against his teeth that he could taste blood. Another muffled curse escaped his lips as he stood in the dark bedroom, frozen with fear. In the blackness he could hear the toilet paper roll, and knew he was running out of time.

Desperate and sweating, his heart sped up as he scurried along the carpet. Finally, he could feel the denim he was so anxious to remove just a few short hours earlier.

As the final tooth of his zipper fell into place, the sound of the toilet flushing exploded in the darkness. He ran out of the apartment as fast as he could, escaping onto the street below, cradling his shoes and shirt in his arms.

“Taxi!â€?