The man

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The light is so bright that I can't help but squint.

Outside my window the sky is pitch black and on my table is a Styrofoam cup that I hope is full of water. I reach for it but someone grabs it first. It's the man from earlier.

"Careful," he says. "Let me help."

There is a nice calming presence to him so I allow it.

He brings the cup to my lips and until the water sloshes down my throat I didn't realize how thirsty I was.

I drink the whole cup and the man says he'll track someone down to pour me more.

While he's gone, I fall back asleep.

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