I felt elatedly good. The cold air enveloped me like a second skin. I was weak. I inhaled deeply.

I felt something in my nose. It was hard and uncomfortable. I opened and closed my hands.

Something was in my right hand. I couldn't raise it.

Something had a grip on it.

OK.

My left hand worked.

I slowly opened my eyes and it took a minute for the room to come into focus.

Daddy was sitting in a chair, holding my hand tightly. He was snoring loudly.

Mom was sleeping on the chair over by the TV, wrapped in my old Big Bird blanket.

Why did that make me smile?

Tommy was sprawled on the floor under another blanket.

Where was I?