Tingles travelled down my forearm and exited my fingertips like pulses of electricity. My right arm had fallen asleep like the rest of me.
I blinked my eyes open only to close them against the brightness that assailed them. I eased them open to tiny slits and allowed the light to filter through my lashes. After a moment my eyes settled, and the light no longer stung.
Sweat had glued my cheek to the table, and I peeled it free. A string of spit extended from my chin to a small puddle of drool. I wiped it away with the heel of my hand. My stiffened neck muscles loosened as I rolled my head and stretched my arms above me. A wide yawn took over my face; my eyes watered. I pushed my chair back from the table; the feet squeaked. But Bethany, who lay sprawled on her mat, did not stir.
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