Edit: I mispelled “hors d’oeuvre” because I’m an idiot. Consider me chastised, though I do *like* chastisement if you have extra that needs using up.
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I am so warm and dark and safe but then there is a feeling like the world has tipped to its side and I’m going to fall. As quickly as it started, the feeling subsides. I am on solid ground. Everything is a blur, so I blink blink blink and the world sharpens into focus. There is someone in front of me. She is flying. I hear the clink of glasses, the chattery scrape of fork on plate and a familiar voice says “I think Jenny is awake. Or maybe she is sleeping. She doesn’t know herself.” I try to lift my head, but I seem to be stuck somehow. This is distressing, and my heart skips a beat, but then I start to take notice of my surroundings, and I forget all about it.