| I woke before dawn
with my bedsheet wet from sweat and my nose and publicdisgrace feeling
stuffed with steel wool. My head throbbed. I got up shakily, feeling wretched,
took some endolin and a glass of warm water and then got back in bed and
waited. After a few minutes the throbbing stopped and I felt the fever
abate, but the baroque world of predawn sickness was enveloping my spirit.
Eventually I fell asleep again, or something like asleep, with twisting
around and fighting with the sheets, which would notseem to get straight
and smooth no matter what I did. |
