Building a Better PastChapter 1
The first thing that I noticed when I woke up the next morning was that the bed squeaked. Any little movement caused a chorus of squeaks, creaks and groans. For some reason this caught my attention, but it appeared that on this bright morning my brain, which was usually at its best early in the morning, wasn’t fully engaged. It wasn’t until I really looked at the sunlight reflecting off the cheap wood grained paneling on the wall that I realized that something was seriously wrong. The jolt...