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She desired to return to the favoring, understanding, redemptive kindness, the supposed security, of sleep. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 3, Sentence #10)

But it seemed oddly deep, somehow too soft, for her simple bed. Her head ached, dully; she still felt tired; she was weary; she was unwilling to awaken. She lay there for a time, trying not to move, wanting to again lose consciousness, she felt so miserable. She desired to return to the favoring, understanding, redemptive kindness, the supposed security, of sleep. But, after a bit, despite what would have been her choice, her deeper subjectivity, anxiously, frightened, seemingly more informed than she herself, calling out, began to make itself heard; it seems then that her consciousness, patiently, insistently, responding, began little by little to overcome her resistance, the misery and weariness of her fifty-eight-year-old body, and reassert itself, groping ever nearer the doors of awareness. She opened her eyes and cried out, suddenly, in consternation. Clearly she was not in her own bedroom, in her apartment. - (Prize of Gor)