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“Meester Ryder? Room service. I brought breakfas’.”

The Spanish-accented voice and knocking seemed too close. I felt something hard against my nose, something gritty pressing my cheek.

“Meester Ryder?”

My eyes popped open. I was on the floor by the door, nose against the wood, cheek on the carpet. I’d been dreaming.

“Just a minute,” I mumbled, staggering upright. “Be right there.”

I saw covers, sheet and pillows trailing from the bed to the door. Having dreams so disturbing I’d try to crawl away from them happened several times a year. The imagery was consistent: moaning shadows, faces comprised solely of teeth, a house where all windows faced inward … dreams generated during childhood.

I scooped the bedclothes up, threw the pillows and covers on the bed, wrapped the sheet around my naked body to answer the door. If the room service lady thought it unusual to find guests in ad hoc togas, her face didn’t let on. In fact, she beamed with recognition, and grabbed a newspaper from her cart. The woman waved the paper in my face, said, “Ees chew.”

“No thanks.” I thought she was offering me the paper. “Ees chew,” she repeated, snapping the paper open and pushing it to my face again. “Chew ees famous.”

I pushed it aside to look at her. “Pardon?”

“Aqui,” she said, tapping the third page with her finger. I saw a photo of Waltz and me. Beside the photo was a brief article.