After an epic night of indulgence; good drink, good food, good company, Arlo woke with a stagger. He gingerly made his way onto his feet.

He felt uneven as he slid his feet towards the bathroom. Not just uneven in his physical balance, but in the choices he’d been making and his balance within his soul. Arlo had been in a rut of neglect lately. His health, his responsibilities and his relationships had all been affected. Arlo was lost. Yes, in his life, but he was just now realizing that this hallway was not familiar. Where’d he wake up?