I can smell bacon
frying, but I don't open my eyes yet; it smells great, but I don't want to eat the hickory-smoked flesh of a slaughtered pig
. But when in Rome... if mine hosts want to give me dead pig, I will nosh on dead pig.
I'm too hungry
to resist right now, having not eaten in about 24 hours probably. The cat joins me on Josh and Marie's couch
, but jumps back off, continuing its morning rounds.
I feel a warm breath, and open my eyes. It's Marie, kneeled alongside the couch. She brushes back my hair from my eyes and gently kisses me good morning on my newly-exposed forehead.
"Breakfast will be ready in a few. You feeling better?"
I mumble a mm-hm.
"I don't know if you did too much X, or some bad acid or something; I'll debrief you and Josh later. But think about this: you've been exploring inner space all this time, and collecting your little moon rocks and all. Maybe you should bring those rocks back to Canaveral now."