Chapter Eleven

I buried my face in the downy softness of the plush pillow. Little edges of feathers poked through embedding themselves in my cheek. I wiped the tiny amount of saliva from my mouth. It took me a minute to remember where I was and what had happened. When it did all sink in, I was startled. Last I recalled, I had been lying on the floor in a puddle of my own vomit, bleeding, and in immeasurable pain. I slid my hand under the cover and reached down to feel the inside of my leg. It had been sutured. Slowly, I opened my eyes to look around me. The room was still spinning and everything was a blur, but I could tell I was clean, wearing clothes, and I was covered with the cushiony, down comforter that went with the pillow on which my head was gently resting. I could see the floor where I’d trudged a bloody trail from one end of the cabin to the other. It had been cleaned. The shadow of the flames from the fireplace licked the wall beside me. I was lying on the sofa in the living room, cleane