I finally find the contact case I’m looking for in my dream when the alarm goes off, and I am wrenched into a dark room. I can hear a light rain on the air-conditioner, and thunder grumbles as I tap the screen until the gentle tones of piano and chimes designed to awaken me cease.
Standing is a bit of a trick these days after I’ve been lying still for hours, and I reach out for my shelves to steady myself. My hips and knees and heels all protest with varying volume, and I make my way out of the bedroom and down the hall in the dark.
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