"Hell," I said.
Perhaps it just meant he, or that me, was not asleep, or was perversely
not using tranquilizers. Or didn't that matter? No, I controlled this
alone and had gone wrong.
"Did you say something, Harry?" asked Kate, stepping out of the
bathroom and pulling the top of her nightgown into, I guess, place.
"Ooo, fancy dreaming about you. This is odd."