XI
Darkness and silence. For a long time. Then less of both. My head will not move off my chest. I think that if I could just lift my head off of my chest, everything will be ok. But when I succeed in doing so everything spins around and I catch a glimpse of colors and lines and flesh and uniforms and then my head drops back down and it feels heavier than ever. I drift off
It’s still the heaviest thing I’ve ever had to lift, but I don’t feel as sick as I did. But I don’t want to lift it anymore. I could just leave it on my chest, but then I remember that I can open my eyes first and get a sense of things before I try to lift, and maybe somehow this will work. I
It doesn’t. Sleep is very nice.