“Is it coming up?”
“Oh, yea it is comi…”
and I faded off into oblivion.
In exactly the same way a frame blurs into the next when a on-screen actor goes under.
When I woke up, he was peeling his gloves off his hands. He asked how I felt, and “woozy” was all I could muster. I was told to sleep a little more, and I tried. I couldn’t get up anyway.
But I couldn’t let myself sleep.
Sleep is a luxury. And I didn’t deserve it.