You're not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on. Dean Martin My heart echoes a steady beat. I lie on a hard bed in perfect penumbra. The soft sound seems to echo from a plastic machine. It beats steadily but slowly. A nurse comes in and, with a torch, examines the room thoroughly. Suddenly, the heart beat stopped. I lie in the dark on my bed, consumed by fear. I feel stiff. No heart beats, no life, just pure fear. I cannot rise from the bed. Two men come in and drag a bed out of the room. A nurse comes in. You will soon be fine—just a fall. Tomorrow you can go home. Best drink some tea with cinnamon. You must have drunk a whole bottle! And get up from that sofa, it's not for you, rest somewhere else. Oh, a cop has a notice Seems you must go to court. Don't ask where your bottle is. Someone stole it and disappeared. Placed 1
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