The Mess

She was covered with “cans of food, books, pillows, clothes, a door, and panels of the main salon’s overhead liner spilled off me as I struggled to sit up. Where was I? What had happened? I was confused. I couldn’t orient myself. The clock on the wall ticked a beat. 4 p.m.? That didn’t seem right…My tether, still clipped onto the table post, confined me. I was obviously on a boat – what boat?” Tami recalled her feelings.