Last night, because we were worried about the night flipping, we checked on him nearly hourly.
Each time I ventured into their room, he was in a different position.
Face down, East-West.
Face up, North-South.
Half-up, Half down, East-West.
Face down, South-North.
His body was like hands on the clock, marking off the hours.
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