Chapter 45: Seeing Things
I’m aware of being awake. Not waking up, exactly, but a subtle shift in consciousness, almost like coming to my senses after fainting, one second nothing and then I’m simply here, eyes closed, alive.
With a piercing ache just above my right eye that feels like something pick pick picking away at my brain. A headache, I think, groaning as I roll onto my back. Just what I need. Four beers last night—three and a half, if you want to get technical about it—what was I thinking? Thirsty, my mind whispers, and at first I think that’s a reply. But as I yawn and stretch in the narrow bed, careful not to disturb Dan, I realize that my throat is raw and scratchy, parched, not a memory but thirsty now. My tongue tastes of stale beer, my breath smells like a brewery, I must
