I tried to turn my head and pain ran down the rod and I saw bright flashes of light behind my eyelids. I put my hand gingerly up to my eye and felt around. Nothing. Thank God, I thought, and opened my eyes, and wished I hadn’t, and shut them again, tight. I lay wherever I was for a few more minutes and tried again. It was a little better. I gently hitched myself up on my elbows and looked around the room. I suddenly remembered where I was and the previous night and shuddered. I was alone, lying on top of the bed dressed in just a pair of boxer shorts and one sock. My new clothes were strewn across the room. I licked my lips and gasped at the exertion. I rolled off the bed and stood up and the room started to spin. I went down on my hands and knees and crawled across the carpet, into the bathroom and over to the shower, opened the door, pulled myself up by the shower handle and turned the water on. I let it run hot, then cold, then hot again. I leaned against the wall and slid slowly down until I was curled up on the tiled floor.
