Narrated by Paula Haydar.
“He blinked several times, but nothing changed. The same putrid stench, the same pins and needles all along his right side, the same damp under him. He checked again to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. He must have worn himself out yesterday, he thought, walking further than he had in years, and then slept wrong, causing part of his body to go numb, which affected his bladder in some way, leading him to lose control over it, which was a reasonable explanation as to why he had wet the bed at his age, and this last involuntary action was behind the smell. Having explained away what had disturbed him upon waking, he let out a sigh of relief.”
Read more in chapter 3: A Small Death.
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