Lips pressed against mine. Returning from the darkness. Distant voices.
'Is he breathing?'
'I think he is breathing on his own now.'
'Are you ok, Dave? You stopped breathing there. I had to give you mouth to mouth.'
Why am I lying on the floor? ... and jeez, I feel ... weird.
Strange to brush with Le Morte again.
And the bit that really bends my mind ... I can't remember going there.