Chapter EighteenI awoke at some distant point in time in some faraway place. The mind is a subtle and powerful instrument, I thought. My sensory apparatus sniffed the wind for a few dissoluble seconds and indicated, that, yes, night had passed into cool, grey day. Last night I'd experienced something vivid enough to be real yet set at such a shimmering distance that it could have been a raspberry technicolor dream. On the purely physical side of things, the inside of my mouth felt like the welcome mat outside the local Holiday Inn. Some bastard had wrapped my head in cellophane while I slept. I distinctly heard a peculiar crackling sound in my ears when I tilted either way.
I lay in my very own bed and could not begin to recall how I ended up here. The sheets felt dank and were terribly r
