my right leg had gone to sleep

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ual chatter of birds on summer vacation and to that peculiar red darkness that
means the sun is shining through your closed eyelids. My neck was stiffmy head was canted at a
weird anglemy legs were folded awkwardly beneath meand I was hot.
I lifted my head with a winceknowing even as I opened my eyes that I was no longer in bedno
longer on the swimming floatno longer on the path between the house and the studio. It was
floorboards under mehard and uncompromising.
The light was dazzling. I squinched my eyes closed again and groaned like a man with a
hangover. I eased them back open behind my cupped handsgave them time to adjustthen
cautiously uncovered themsat all the way upand looked around. I was in the upstairs halllying
under the broken air conditioner. Mrs. Meserve's note still hung from it. Sitting outside my office
door was the green IBM with a piece of paper rolled into it. I looked down at my feet and saw that
they were dirty. Pine needles were stuck to my solesand one toe was scratched. I got upstaggered
a little (my right leg had gone to sleep)then braced a hand against the wall and stood steady. I
looked down at myself. I was wearing the Jockeys I'd gone to bed inand I didn't look as if I'd had
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