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In
my
worry
that
I
would
not
sleep
,
I
slept
,
deeply
and
as
far
as
I
know
without
dreams
,
and
overslept
.
I
had
planned
to
use
the
dark
pre
-
day
for
the
calming
medicine
of
contemplation
.
Instead
,
when
my
eyes
jerked
open
,
the
tail
of
the
cow
in
the
lake
had
been
visible
at
least
half
an
hour
.
I
awakened
with
a
jar
like
the
blow
of
driven
air
from
high
explosive
.
Sometimes
such
an
awakening
sprains
muscles
.
Mine
shook
the
bed
so
that
Mary
awakened
,
saying
,
"
What
’
s
the
matter
?
"
"
I
’
ve
overslept
.
"
"
Nonsense
.
It
’
s
early
.
"
"
No
,
my
ablative
absolute
.
This
is
a
monster
day
for
me
.
The
world
will
be
grocery
-
happy
today
.
Don
’
t
you
get
up
.
"
"
You
’
ll
need
a
good
breakfast
.
"
"
Know
what
I
’
ll
do
?
I
’
ll
get
a
carton
of
coffee
at
the
Foremaster
and
I
’
ll
raven
Marullo
’
s
shelves
like
a
wolf
.
"
"
You
will
?
"
"
Rest
,
little
mouse
of
a
mouseness
,
and
try
to
find
a
way
for
us
to
escape
from
our
darling
children
.
We
need
that
.
I
mean
it
.
"
"
I
know
we
do
.
I
’
ll
try
to
think
.
"
