My eyes had turned blue. I came round on the kitchen floor, cold and cramped. My trousers were back on so perhaps they had never really come off. They were pale blue but with a dark patch at my crotch. I lay there, reluctant to move, reluctant to face the now obvious fact I needed psychiatric help. I checked the clock on the oven and realised I must have been there for an hour or so.
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