My body aches. My mind is numb. Memory quick as a flash. The madness in my head is slowly building again. What is this cushion? Is it made of wool? It smelled of stale humidity the whole night. A voice spoiled the madness in my head. “Everybody wake up. We’re at the bay.” Everybody? Damn! I could only see an old man - a pitiful, old man like the ship’s berth itself.
I was still left dumbfounded by what happened yesterday. I wish my subconscious would explain it for me. There was a question I want
