When I Was Out

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“Is it coming up?”
“Nope.”
“Really?”
“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.

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