I woke up one morning in a different place...
A different house, my heart was racing, I couldn't slow the pace.

It felt like it was me, I looked down and saw my hands, looked at the mirror on the night stand to check my face...
yup it was me.

I hit the staircase.
I didn't know if I should run...
I didn't know if someone would greet me with a gun to blow my back out... so i crept out... quietly with the lights off so the lights wouldn't shine on me.

I opened up the front door, stepped out, different hood...
looked around left, right...