I lie down on the bed. My eyes hurt. I can see the ceiling, some kind of dappled plaster thing. Why do they do that? Acoustics. It is to make the place not so echoey. I wonder if the people who do that even know it will have that effect. I reach over to turn off the lamp. I have to search for the switch. The writer has not given me a memory of the lamp, of the switch, of where it is. Fumbling around the lamp, I cannot find it. Is another one of the writer’s cute intellectual jokes?