The Return
The sedative must have been a heavy dose, as I didn"t wake until almost eight o"clock to a bright sunlit, morning sky with no evidence of the overnight rain that Monica had mentioned. I could still taste the anaesthetic in my mouth and that sensation was heightened by the absolute quietude I awoke to. Passively I lay there for an unquantifiable passage of time. It could have been seconds or minutes but for whatever length it was, all I did was stare at the ceiling not recognising what I was looking at. Suddenly I remembered an image I"d had during the night of someone examining my foot. It was an indefinite figure, blurred at its edges and ghostlike. I wriggled my toes. It was then that I remembered where I was and why I was there.
With an uneasy feeling I sat upright, throwin
