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January 21, 2012

I get up and look at the lamp.  There is no switch.  I look for a switch on the wall. No luck.  I follow the cord into the base of the lamp.  No switch. I unscrew the bulb. The lamp swims in the darkness before my face and is replaced by the window, the black window.  I remember the city below and wonder about the elevation.  My head hurts. I breathe with difficulty.  Is he going to strangle me now?  I turn on my side, opening my mouth to breathe.  The pillow pokes my eye.  I can see the clock.  It is 3:40 AM.