At about 2:55am I woke up because a shiver had run through the house. More than just through the house actually, right through the valley. Thinking, I am at the top of a hill.
The huge window at the end of the room feels like the screen of some theme park simulator ride. The bed is the carriage. Facing forward. Face the front. See where you are going. For some reason they have only a thick metal bar to hold you in and there is plenty of space between you and the bar. If you were particularly small you could probably slip right out.
No-one wants to hear about it and especially not at 2:55am. You should really, probably just go back to sleep. It's nothing to worry about. The problems are further south. Not here.
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