Waking up at lunch time, I struggle to open my eyes before I reach for the black cotton curtain next to the bed. I pull it up just an inch and then wince as the sun temporarily blinds me.

“Shit!” I yell as I accidentally knock the stale glass of water over on the night table next to me.

Hurrying to climb out of bed, I rush into the bathroom to grab a small light brown chenille towel to wipe up the water that I spilled just a moment ago. When I glance at the door, I notice that it is open, even though I could have sworn that I...