Listen!
MORNING INCIDENT Getting up to let the cat in I felt myself growing weak, and I folded to the floor. Halfway down, I could no longer command my limbs: my mind let go of my body, and I sank helplessly, my naked hip brushing against a sharp corner of the wall. I lay curled on my side, not cold though I had nothing to cover me, not afraid though I could not raise myself up, thinking the cat will have to wait but I am not dying, though dying must be like this a little, and I will be naked then too.