I wake up and I'm a different person. He's still in the car, with me, the car, positively sepulchral, like I never should have woken up. Like all my self-conception leaked out must have out my pores eroding the upholstery. 
	But everything else, you can't forget that. I don't recognize the block, no, my first orienting moments spent on other things, registering the differences between the color schemes of the lobbies, static tones, devotional dot matrices I live here of course I know that. This is the seventh place I have lived in my life and the others bear no mentioning, and when I sit up straight Baker asks how did you sleep without looking over at me. Born in the first place he spells it out for me, you fell asleep and I sat there for a while but it's metered in the daytime, and I didn't want to freak you out like say you woke up at my house, in my bed or something, so I thought the best thing was to take you home you know, I know. It's perfectly reasonable thinking
	I go back to bed I get back in bed like clothes. The convincing feeling that my spirit is purified. Tight fish net pulling me out of water. 
	Two hours pass
	You wake up and you're a different person. Gray, my name, and I don't get along as well as I we love you Gray as well as I would like to with people like Baker who probably there is nothing wrong with my orientation is solid, though, I keep up with what I can. 
	I sleep for several months, I get out of bed, blue light dim brightens. I rub my eyes I see stars overlaid, interlaced. 
	Empty flour jar glazed lip chipped at the base
	Wake up a different person comfortable to be a hydrophobic suspension, overtaken, unsubsumable, I realize the last several hours the last handful is a weight that makes me taller. The wind outside is inaudible. A concrete pillar in the center of the room, the living room on the left of the couch. I have a lot to do. I have my notes to check. W2E4099. You can name something whatever you want to
	you can do that. Easily. I go on the computer. We love you Gray. I text Baker about his friend, how we have something to go on. I remind him.
	My hair falls out in strands, in strands.