The Canadian Mart Shopping Experience
Standing in the middle of a monk-like room, I regained consciousness, frightened, crying. I had nothing on but a white-cotton-slip dress. Barefooted, I ran toward the bed and grabbed the comforter. Strange enough, the air conditioner was blasting on high. The only thought swirling through my mind was that the abbess or abbott of this abbey could have provided its guests with more duvet covers. Suddenly, my throat began to tickle, and I started coughing. I had always been allergic to air conditioners. I got on the bed to open the rectangular window hovering above it. The fresh summer air soothed me immediately. I could see a Victorian-type garden with white benches in it. Someone opened the door at that moment. The screeching sound permeated through my body. I turned to see a man and a woman in their 20s entering the room. ...