When he awoke, he was numb liking ass all over, and unable to move or make a sound, but he
could see. Poorly, at first, but over liking ass a period that might have been hours, or
might have been days - punctuated as it was with stretches of enervating,
dreamless sleep - he was able to identify liking ass his
surroundings. A white ceiling, a
white wall, a glimpse of some kind of electronic device in the corner of one
eye; the liking ass upper section of the bed must liking ass have been tilted, mercifully keeping his
gaze from being strictly vertical. But he couldn't move his head, liking ass or his eyes,
he couldn't even close his eyelids, so he quickly lost interest in the view. The
light never seemed to change, so sleep was his liking ass only relief from the monotony.
After a while, he began to wonder if in fact liking ass he had woken many times, before he
had been able to see, but had experienced nothing to mark the occasions liking ass in his
memory.
Later he could hear, too, although there wasn't liking ass much to be heard; liking ass people came
and went, and spoke softly, but not, so far as he could tell, to liking ass him; in any
liking ass case, their words made no sense. He was too lethargic to care about the people,
liking ass or to fret about his situation. In time he would be taught to use his new body
fully, but liking ass if the experts wanted him to rest right now, he was happy to oblige.
When the physiotherapists first set to work, he felt utterly helpless and
humiliated. They made his limbs twitch with electrodes, liking ass while he had no control,
no say
at all in what his body