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I had arrived in this place about a week ago, to study abroad. Yesterday evening I stumbled on a mountain road and suffered some cuts, the most severe of which was a deep laceration under my chin. I rode a train to a hospital to stitch it shut.

I left the hospital late at night. The busses had stopped running and I had to walk home, where I collapsed on my bed.

As I drifted in and out of sleep, there came a moment in which I woke up to a rendition of "Fly Me To The Moon" by Frank Sinatra, playing from a poor speaker somewhere very far away. It was raining outside and the city lights poured through the little window in my room.

For just a moment I thought I might truly have died.

Then I became aware of the sting of my wounds, and the moment was gone. As the world came into focus again I understood that someone was playing the music from the shower room. It wasn't raining outside; it was just the shower being used.
But the music was lovely.
So I laid there and enjoyed the little false-death for as long as I could.

Description
I had arrived in this place about a week ago, to study abroad. Yesterday evening I stumbled on a mountain road and suffered some cuts, the most severe of which was a deep laceration under my chin. I rode a train to a hospital to stitch it shut.

I left the hospital late at night. The busses had stopped running and I had to walk home, where I collapsed on my bed.

As I drifted in and out of sleep, there came a moment in which I woke up to a rendition of "Fly Me To The Moon" by Frank Sinatra, playing from a poor speaker somewhere very far away. It was raining outside and the city lights poured through the little window in my room.

For just a moment I thought I might truly have died.

Then I became aware of the sting of my wounds, and the moment was gone. As the world came into focus again I understood that someone was playing the music from the shower room. It wasn't raining outside; it was just the shower being used.
But the music was lovely.
So I laid there and enjoyed the little false-death for as long as I could.