Chapter 107

The darkness felt like it spun on into eternity, and he dreamed of hiding inside of it forever. But slowly he crawled his way back out, opening his eyes with what felt like a Herculean effort.

The light seemed so bright and he closed his eyes again. Being back in the darkness made him feel like he was spinning and falling. He didn’t like the sensation and opened his eyes once more.

“Joe, better get down here. He’s awake.”

The voice seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once, filling the air around him with more sickening, dizzying whirls.

His brain felt fuzzy, he decided. Like, literally fuzzy. Like mold. Or a peach. Or Fuzzy Wuzzy.

A face appeared before him, leaning over him, and for the first time he realized he had been staring at a wooden ceiling. And now he was staring at some woman’s face.

“How are you feeling?” the face asked, and he realized it was the same voice that had spoken a moment before.

“Fuzzy,” he answered. And then after a moment he clarified, “Fuzzy Wuzz
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