Unconsciousness is a teleporter. When the low-rider struck me on that winding road outside of Honaw and sent me flipping up into the air like a coin, heads over tails over heads over tails, I landed on a cotton-white mattress under starched-white sheets, my aunt asleep in a nearby chair.
-Daniel Barnett
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