George tried to open his eyes. He wanted to test the light before committing to a full-on stare. His head was slightly less sore. The nausea still there, but bearable.
It was probably around midday. And he could not get out of bed, despite trying a couple of times.
George had the distinct feeling that there was somebody in the room. Maybe he was still asleep. Yet. Yet, wasn't that the silhouette of a woman at the end of the bed? Why wasn't she making any noises? And why wasn't he scared?
As George blinked, she disappeared. Was she ever there in the first place, George wondered.
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