Chapter Five
“I did? I don’t remember that at all.”
“About three years ago, you were over here on a Friday night. We’d stayed up late watching an old movie and by one in the morning, you were knocked out. I had pulled up a chair on your side of the bed, put a small drawing board in my lap and was sketching away to my heart’s content. Suddenly, you raised your head, looked right at me and asked, ‘Whatcha doin’?’ I held my breath for a second, then answered, ‘Nothin’. I couldn’t sleep.’ You eyed me for another moment, then said, ‘Kay.’ and let your head drop back onto the pillow. You were unconscious again, almost instantly and I happily returned to my drawing. The next day, I hinted around to see if you recalled any of it, but it was pretty obvious you didn’t.”
“So,” Colleen chuckled, “m
