I slept so much. My body was so desperate for sleep that I would nod off at every opportunity. During the winter in Lancaster, the days would often be covered with a thin veil of darkness. The morning would progress from black to a mute, overcast grey, then slowly back again to darkness. Within the confines of my hospital room, I lost my sense of day and night, lost it in all of those shades of grey. My first few days were a confusing mess of dreams and nightmares and waking memories.
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