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.