I woke up this morning with my entire right arm asleep under the pillow. It is such a scary feeling, especially when you are coming out of a dream and open to notions of being paraplegic. I turned over and lay there a bit, and noticed the sound of my neighbor practicing flute.
My neighbor is very talented, he can play the flute and other things, and it is always pleasing to hear him practice. He lives with his wife across the hall, and they are good people, I think.
In any case I lay there and listened to his flute and the patter of a slight drizzle against my bedroom window, and all was quite good.