I woke. I was naked on the bed. It was the middle of the night. Someone was hammering a rusty spike into my right temple. Someone was boiling vinegar and dirt in my stomach. A small deceased rodent was rotting in the back of my throat. I went into the bathroom. I felt like throwing up. I held it back. I looked in the mirror. I didn’t like what I saw.
I went back to bed. I tried to sleep. It didn’t work. I tried to read. Something about Zeno’s paradox. How you can never get from A to B. Because you always have to get halfway first, then half of that. And halfway to there. And on into infinity.
I closed my eyes again. The room slowly revolved. The blackness came.
As I drifted off to sleep, I thought of Steiglitz.
He entered my dreams.
He’s in the park. Kelly is there. She’s young. She’s a small child.
He’s playing with my daughter.
She looks afraid.