The Celibate Mouse
“A blob of grey mist grew into a patch of light, where the sun shone through the window and struck the wall. His gaze wandered across the navy curtains, paused at the red flowers marching along the hems, following the uppermost line of the chairs and trolley to the bed. Puzzled, he examined the contours of his body, solid under the coverlet. Where was he and why would he be in bed during the day? He glanced at the doorway, but no one was available to enlighten him. Something slid into his mind, but vanished before he could identify it.
A mighty wallop of pain hit, sucking him into a black vortex from which there was no escape. He moaned through clenched teeth, stiffened his legs and pressed his arms down hard onto the mattress. It was some time before his mind managed to focus again. The pain eased into dull throbbing.
‘Maybe I have the flu? It wouldn’t be surprising with this bloody headache.’ His head might fall off any second. He lifted his hand to the constriction above his eyes.
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