Mae

Casey woke up to the smell of warm cotton, her nose was in a pillow. The sun was shining on her from a window with no curtains. She could see why there were no curtains, from the looks of the room whoever the room belonged to couldn't afford them. The floor was wooden slabs, some of them sticking up slightly from the floor. The walls were a garish blue, and the only decoration was a calender from a funeral home on the wall. There was a dresser with two drawers hanging open and a chicken outside the window on the air conditioner. With a rush she remember wrecking the car and the rude man named Hays, he must have left her here, but why?