Ronnie’s eyes slowly, drearily managed to pry themselves open.
Ronnie turned. His blanket had only been covering 30% of his body, which was already bare save a pair of boxers. He was cold, hungry, and drowsy. A deadly combination. Ronnie reached for his phone… and it wasn’t there.
“Hnnggg…” Ronnie moaned.
Like a zombie, he scrambled with jerky blind motions – the source of the alarm. But though he could hear it, it wasn’t within reach.
Ronnie

Well, that was a good movie.
Ronnie walked out the film relaxed. He had finished off the bag of popcorn, but the Nerds had only been lightly skimmed. Ronnie was prone to binging on his favorite candy, but prior experience was a cruel teacher about the immense discomfort to be found from overindulging.
Ronnie made another quick detour to the bathroom where he cleaned his hands of the grease and salt and sugar, then darted into the stall to relieve himself, then washed his hands again. It was whi

“That’ll be… 11.90. Would you like to round up your total for charity?”
Ronnie made a light, neutral-sounding grumble as he reached into the front pocket of his hoodie for his wallet. He pulled out the worn, warm leather capsule and flipped through it, prying his debit card from between the flaps. “Sure, whatever…”
The concession attendant cheerily responded, “Alright then! That’ll be twelve dollars even!” She reached out a hand, and