THE EDGE of the old clock blurred; its glass face shone in the dim twilight of the room. He tried to focus his eyes and ignore the noises in his head. There was a second rap at the door. He reached up to turn on the lamp by his chair, feeling slightly ashamed to have drowsed off again. With both hands on the chair arms, he leaned back.for momentum, pushed hard against the floor with his feet, wrenching his body forward to stand up...
Sketch: Vol. 41
, Article 5.
Available at: https://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol41/iss3/5