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Snow Drift	By : Resting-Madness Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male > Irvine/Squall Views: 970 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own anything involving final fantasy 8, nor do I make money from this fanfiction. The only thing that's mine is the take on a plot that's been done by just about everyone.

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It hurt, sort of akin to a sizzling of flesh rather than a quick painful burn. This was an external assault that felt like his skin was getting scrubbed by freshly made heated sandpaper. Then the sounds harmed him. It was deafening without the deaf part. It screamed and boomed. There was a raging storm giving a private concert directly to his ability to hear. He opened his eyes through it, desperate to see what was going on... His gaze fell upon nothing but blinding lights. Not just white; but, a mixture, with white included.
Then it blinked to black, repeatedly. It came exactly as a pain to his body landed. It felt as if he was hitting something. Bouncing along before sliding on it ungracefully. Then his body felt nothing as it sailed. All pain and light and sound ceased. He was just sailing. His body then could feel again. Cold. Biting and bitter. Along with impossible confusion.
Irvine was lying flat on his back, looking at nothing, feeling everything. Assessing as much as he could before he finally just let out a scream of pain. He could tell he had no way of moving. Things were broken during the... whatever had happened to him! This is it.. This is how he dies. Cold. Alone. Broken. He doesn't even feel that he's a human anymore, but an entity. Gone.
Tears mist his eyeballs beneath his closed lids. With effort he opened them, but it was not for long. Just as weakness won out, and his eyes drifted shut, he saw a colorful blur hop into view.
...
A blurred gaze blinked; the brightness in the room did nothing to clear the haze covered vision as the gaze looks around. Rubbing eyes with the back of the hand gave seeing clearly another shot at functioning as normal. Still blurry. Damn. Something was moving about where he's resting.
"Hello?" A male voice called out to it.
A chirping sound filled his ears, and the bouncing thing came closer as if to identify itself as the cause of the movement.
"A bird? Hmhm. So you're the culprit, huh?" He spoke with a voice stuffy and dry. "Pouncing on my chest like that; you woke me up, pal, thanks." He reached out for the purplish-pink colored blur, hoping to pat its head rather than ram his fingers into its face since his vision is still hazy. The bird responded well to the petting, leaning up against the fingertip.
With a sigh so heavy it could classify as a solid, the young man looked about the fuzzy room. 'Where am I?' He wondered to himself.
He sat up on the small bed, turning his legs and set his feet to the floor; something felt completely strange as he tried to stand. "Whoa!" Crashing hard to the floor, he looked back at his fallen path in confusion. 'Guess I'm not short...'
Rolling over onto his hands and knees, he's startled as his peripheral vision was blocked out. When he moved aside, it moved with him. A slight panic rushed through him, and he moved his head again, feeling a touch. His hand rose it it, then he let out a sigh of relief. Grabbing around the side of his face he discovers the tag-along.
'What the..?' He then ran his hands through his matted tresses feeling that it went out a lot farther than he had expected. 'Well, that's new.' Touching the rest of himself he can tell that he's wearing what feels like a nightgown. He grabbed at his arms, touched his legs, even his crotch was cupped. He feels whole, but hurt. He can't explain why. But he has a deep inner hurt.
The bird chirped beside him from on the bed.
"What is it?" He asked only because, to him, the chirping sounded panicked.
His question was answered when voices are heard beyond the door of the room. He doesn't know whether he should hide, or wait them out to ask questions. But his choice was made for him as the door to the room slid open. A man walked in, short, bald, and... yellow? That can't be right.
"Aaa, you're awake."
"Where am I?" Asked the perplexed.
"You're here in our village. Shumi is what we call it."
"Shumi?"
"You really shouldn't be out of bed. Here, let me help you." He assists the fallen young man by holding his elbow to guide him back to the bed. "I am Medic. I've come to check up on you"
"Hmhm," he chuckled. "that's a funny name." He situated himself on the soft bed; he wondered where his feathered friend has disappeared to?
"Shumi go by the name of what they are best at doing. It is our way, as doing our best to receive a name is nature's way." The Shumi member smiled. "What is your given name?"
The patient opened his mouth but then closed it. "It's right on the tip of my tongue..." He says after a moment of silence. "I... I don't know."
A large bright light flashed past Irvine's vision, once then twice. The young man followed it easily but blinked from the bright flare. Medic smiled, his large black eyes shine with happiness that the patient is all right. "And can you open your mouth for me?"
"Aaahh." Voiced the patient.
"Mmm. Yes... I see no damage has been done to your throat."
He laughed softly. "Unless life is supposed to be blurry; can you do anything about my vision Medic?"
"The cold must have damaged your eyes."
"The cold?"
"It was late at night," Medic began the tale. "Scout was walking the lands to put up more barriers to protect the village from harm before lights out. He'd stumbled upon a human-like form lying on the beach, face down. Upon further inspection he saw that it was you, Patient," He's taken to calling the man without by that title. "He alerted the other Shumis in the village. We carried you here to this empty home. You were treated by me."
"Mm." Patient nods.
"We live on Winter Island. It's very cold out, especially the time of year we found you."
The stranger's brows furrowed. "When was that?"
"The second month, I believe."
"Aaa." Again, he nods.
Medic listened to Irvine's chest. "Breathe in deeply."
Taking a deep breath he held it until asked to let it out. "How am I?"
"Patient is great; your vision should return to normal with a few drops. Medic could not heal that which Patient could not personally identify."
"How long was I asleep?"
"Many months you were unconscious then you were asleep. It is fifth month now."
"Fifth from when you found me..." He counts using fingers. "It's May?"
The Medic Shumi nods. His large hands reach up and his fingers mimicked pincers as he reached for Irvine's eyes to open them wide. "Patient had quite a few broken bones. Ribs, leg, arm, and large bruise on head and jaw. Medic fixed it all."
"My legs were a bit shaky when I got out of bed." It wasn't said as to accuse that the Shumi was a liar, just that it was hard to believe.
"It's been a while since Patient has moved about with free-will. It takes getting used to before your limbs behave again."
"Ow." He muttered when the drops land in his right eye.
Medic smiled to himself. It was nice to see an up and about personality in the sleeping young man. The tribe was beginning to think that the man would never rouse, and they would have to give him a proper funeral; however, here he is alive and well - well, minus some blurred vision.
Patient's stomach growled like a cat lazing in the afternoon sun, a deep 'Aaarrr' had erupted from him, causing the Shumi to laugh. After applying the second drop to Irvine's left eye, the Shumi backed away from his patient.
"Medic will fetch Harvester, and Harvester will see that you get food."
"Thank you, very much."
"Medic is curious of Patient's true name."
"Maybe, I don't have one." He exclaimed. "I could be a man with no name, born into this world like you Shumi."
The Shumi laughed. "Yes, but Patient will not be a patient of Medic forever. Patient must have a means of address."
"Maybe it could stand for Patience Man?" He joked.
Medic deadpanned at the comment.
A door opened off to their right. Another bald yellow amphibian popped his head into the room. "Elder wishes to see Medic - oh! It seems our guest has awakened." Elder's attendant walked into the room for a closer look. "He has healed well?"
"Yes. All of his broken limbs are repaired, bruises healed away quickly; Patient's eyes were a problem, but are no longer."
Elder's attendant nods. "Splendid. Elder." He repeats in case his own interruption brushed aside his purpose for being there.
Nodding the Shumi gave the patient one last glance before exiting the room.
"I'm Patient. What's your name?"
"Name? No, no. It is Attendant. We in Shumi do not go by Hyne given names as..."
"...we humans do? I know, Medic told me about that."
"And what is your name?"
"I don't know. I've been called Patient since I couldn't figure it out. Medic felt he should address me as someone."
"Amnesia? How distressing indeed."
"I don't know. I feel fine, not so much distressed."
"Good news then."
Fidgety, and feeling that knot in his stomach about to turn again, he asked hesitantly, not wanting to be a bossy or an over-staying guest. "Medic said that someone named Harvester would bring me something to eat?"
"Mm? Oh no. Harvesters are out in the fields; you may go to them, but Attendant attends only to Elder. Good afternoon." He bows before leaving the room.
Watching his departure, Patient nods. "Okay. ...Independent place, that's for sure." Looking around the room, his blinks hard, he's amazed by how quickly the drops were working.
Fuzzy lines sharpened with every flicker of his eyes and the meet of his lids while looking around the room. Its beautiful and cozy. He thought it would have a stuffy hospital look to it, like the feeling the room began to give off when Medic was examining him. But it was nothing short of a lovely bedroom you might find at a home - or a hotel, at least. A frighteningly polished wooden floor lay beneath his bare feet, a small throw rug of many different colors and shades of pink and purple, blue and a little yellow cover a small portion of the floor. A dresser is set under the other window in the room; its 3 large drawers holding what he could guess to be nothing. They're closed, but ask in a silent voice to be peeked into.
He wondered if it would be rude if he does peek inside? Looking about a bit more, he notes that the ceiling is rounded - the whole room, actually - has not a single sharp edge or pointed corner. The place must be a dome. Even the windows are round, with gold trimming and a crossed pattern on the glass. The bed, which he's still seated on, is small enough that his long legs have to hang a bit on the short headboard at the end of it. It kind of resembles a bathtub. The blanket covering the bed is a periwinkle color, crisp white sheets beneath it, the pillow, though, is a beautiful ocean of blues and a light but deep green. This reminded him...
"Hey, Pal', you still here?" He asked.
The bird, 11 inches tall, hops from it's hiding place at the foot of the bed onto the floor. It wasn't so much hiding just staying out of the way. It bounced one to a few talon-nailed taps at a time over to the awoken caller. Chirping it pops up onto the bed before digging its nails into the long sleeve of Irvine's robes to perch joyfully on his shoulder.
Smiling, he pets the top of the bird's head. "Good to have you along. I'm going for food; you'll probably need to eat as well, huh? We can find this Harvester guy, I'm sure of it." Standing, he waits out the gentle sway of his legs that threatened to bring him down to a fall if he walked too quickly, but once sure that he is steady he exits the room through a tinted, sliding, door.
"Wow." Patient whistled; he was copied by his bird friend. "This place isn't anything like I would have guessed." He squinted from the sunlight; his eyes just regained clear vision, the last thing he wanted was to be blinded by the bright, burning, sun when he was nearly blinded by the freezing snow.
He expected ice and snow, igloos, ice fishing holes. It's on Winter Island. The name screams winter. However, the village is quite mild in humidity, there's no snow anywhere. It's rather marsh-like. The homes are set up rusticly as well. It's the kind you'd see in geographic documentaries about tribes that live purely. There are a few Shumis roaming around outside, all of them up to something or another that the patient could not identify.
A lake sits in the middle of the village, surrounded by cattails and littered with lily pads where a few happy frogs are seated eating away at the dragon flies and gnats that choose to be around the heat coming from the lake water, due to the sun overhead. A water-wheel sounds somewhere off in the distance making Irvine wonder what the wheel is used for? Crushing grains no doubt since he didn't think they would have cable in a place like this - though they do have electricity, so it would likely be for that.
"Guess we should start asking where the man with the food is."
Pal flew from Irvine's shoulder over to the lake, snatching a large dragon fly from the air before returning to his shoulder to swallow it down.
"Ahaha, help yourself, but I'm not eating that." Craning his neck to locate a place that gave off a food vibe, he starts off towards a Shumi out in the field. He may be just the man he's looking for.
Watching the scenery as he passes by, he noticed how incredibly beautiful the village is in its simplicity. It was almost as if it had grown here as naturally as the lake, rocks, plants - even the fallen tree peeking up from the water! He also noticed that all the homes are identical, minus one very large home seated in the very center of the place. He had to correct that thought as the place isn't so much big as it is wide. Must be where the Elder lives.
Big blue mountain-like rock cover the place like a natural barrier from the outside world, trees and vines and things wrap around it or hang out on it. Pal flew off and onto Patient's shoulder over to the lake snatching bite after bite of bug to munch on as Irvine made his way to the Shumi chopping long grains from the field.
Lifting his long robe to get over the grass, he steps carefully toward the bent over Shumi. "Excuse me? Are you by chance Harvester?"
The Shumi continued to work for a moment until his basket was full, then with full attention turns to the young man who had, maybe 3 minutes ago, asked him a question. "I am. What can Harvester do for you, a human?"
"It's not so bad that I'm a human. I like you." He offered with a smile of honest friendliness.
The Shumi looked the young man up and down before waving a hand before his own face as if to say: it matters now that he's friendly, a human is a human and therefore must be up to something.
The patient cocked a brow. "Fair enough. Medic said that if I'd like something to eat I should come to you."
"Many are named Harvester; you will help us gather it if you would like to eat it."
Nodding, he says. "Okay. My name is... well, it's Patient right now. But Medic said I should get another one." After a thought, he adds. "This is my friend, Pal."
"A fine bird, yes, very fine."
"Hey now, don't eat him."
The bird, bored, picked under its wing while the two talked.
"A Shumi would never, we are of vegetation and feed from the land. Meat is for carnal living, which we are of friendly."
The human visitor begged to differ, if the Shumi - though without a nose - would sniff at his being a human. That seemed rather crude and carnal.
"We shall have bean soup. You will help the other Shumis on the other side of the field to remove the beans from the earth. Harvester has all that is needed from the field." A large finger points off to where the human is to go.
Looking in that direction he nods. "Thank you." It was said mostly to keep the strange frog-like man from believing that he's rude as well as other things. "Bye." He lifts his hand as a wave before leaving. He hoped the others were a little nicer to talk to.
To Patient's delight, they were. The three other Shumi known as Harvester greeted him warmly, asking him this question and that, unfortunately, he couldn't really answer due to his 'amnesia'. He air quotes inwadly, as he's sure he's fine. He just can't remember his name, that's all. Don't people with amnesia usually hold books wrong or stick food up their nose? He doesn't intend to do either of those things. He asked them questions and was answered very thoroughly by the three. They explained their tribe to the man, how they create and thrive and live their lives, hidden away and happy while keeping some contact with the outside world.
He asked why they are so sheltered? To which they replied, they hardly see it as sheltered. Shumi consider it as careful. They do leave and do things all over the planet, but they prefer it in doses.
"We're going to make a soup?" Patient asked once they're satisfied with the amount of beans they've collected.
"Yes, a very refreshing soup. You will like life here, Patient."
The visitor smiled kindly to that invitation, though unspoken, the Shumi was implying that he was staying; they aren't going to toss him out now that he's awake.
"Come this way, we shall prepare the meal." Says one of the other Shumi, lifting a basket under his arm he starts for a tiny dome up the hill.
...
Medic stepped into the home of their beloved Elder, head bowed respectfully. "Elder?"
"How is the patient? Is he still resting?"
"Patient has awakened just today, as a matter of fact. He's quite the sort, Elder; very lively and kind - from what Medic can tell."
"That's good. I would hate to see that we've been healing a harmful human here."
"He reminds Medic of master Laguna Loire." Says the Shumi almost proudly as he remembers the kind and loving man; the man who tried teaching the noble and respected Moombas how to speak in human tongue, due to his believing that speech is the most powerful thing any living creature can posses. "Though, Patient does seem to have a bit of amnesia. I asked him many questions, but he cannot recall what's happened to him up until opening his eyes. He does not even have a name."
"I see." The large Shumi took a thoughtful seat; his large covered hands came up to his nearly non-existent chin. "What is he doing right now?"
"Medic is sure he's looking for Harvester to get something to eat."
"When he has finished, see that he comes to see me. You may go."
Nodding the Shumi exits the room.
"A man like Laguna?" Elder says to himself.
"He would be good to stay, Elder?" Asks his Attendant.
"It would be fine if he stays. However, if he chooses to go I want to be sure he will not tell the world of our location."
"It shall be seen to as done, Elder."
...
The soup was wonderful, rich and earthy; Patient couldn't believe stuff that was freshly picked could taste so good with so few things done to it - he figured when hungry a can or frozen reheatable was the best way to go.
'Huh... How can I think something like that when I can't remember the last thought I've had - or any of them for that matter! ...Maybe I do have amnesia?' His spoon, once hastily brought up to his mouth to help fill his stomach, slowed to a stop as his thoughts continue swirling like squall of snow flurries rushing around in his mind. This weird feeling stung the back of his mind as if each flake has it's own unique pain each wanting acknowledgment. 'What is it that I'm trying to think? Why won't it just come through?'
Pal bumped its beak against the young man's ear catching his attention. A few blinks later and Patient is eating and conversing with the others around the large round wooden table in the small dining room. It's like a very intimate restaurant really. One Shumi told him that this table was usually for big harvests, chopping food or simply holding it; but during the next meal Patient will eat it in his room.
He understood, and continued enjoying the company of everyone.
Medic located the visitor easily, though, the site before him was something to take in as the field workers and cooks alike sat about the large table eating and carrying on. Hurrying over to him, Medic leaned up to the visitor, whispering that the elder wished to see him right after his meal.
Patient thought for sure that he was going to be kicked to the curb, but he didn't very well want to make assumptions, though, his food was hard to get down due to worry, after Medic fixed himself something to eat then left. What could the elder want to see him for? True, he has every right to want to see him; they've been taking care of him since they found him in February. It's only natural to want answers.
'February to May is a long time to be knocked out. I wonder what happened to me? How did I get on the beach? What was I doing to end up here?' He probes. The answers brick walled him, so he puts it out of his mind. He was sure it would come to him when it came to him, for now he'll just enjoy the ride. Besides, its not a bad place to end up. It nice here, the people are very kind - although, he kept wondering if 'people' is the correct word for them- especially when one of the Artisan told him that they can change forms from the shumi that they are now to a powerful beast. He wondered if their beastly state were much different looking then their current.
Lunch, dinner, or possibly even breakfast ended soon and Patient asked for directions to the Elder's home, but one of the Attendant gladly walked him to the larger building that holds, as originally expected during his walk around, the Elder of the village. Outside the building sat a large fuzzy lion looking creature of orange, red and white color. It looked like a living fire. The creature looked him over giving a quiet little yap as he walked up to the large door of the dome. Elder's Attendant spots the human through the door and instantly came to his side to escort him in.
Patient was already impressed with the place; it was a little dark inside, though, but faintly illuminated by a large tubing that traced the ceiling, glowing in an electric blue color and its filled with all kinds of little fishes. He had to wonder if they were real or not.
"Here we are." Attendant holds out a hand to gesture for the male to go through the opening into the sitting room of the Elder's home.
"Thanks." He walked through and his eyes widen as big as saucers at the sight before him.
A Shumi, as tall as himself - maybe taller, is seated in a long chaise. Its head is massive and its throat bulged in and out as he stared at the human before him; he seems to be thinking of something in their silence and eventually stands to his full 7'2". The visitor took a step back, unintentionally. The amphibian seemed humored by this and let out a laugh that engulfed the young man before him like the large creature was all around him rather than stationed in front.
"H-hi." He says stammered. He then dropped his head to bow.
"Its nice to see that you're awake. We were ready to feed you to the fishes, if you'd gone unresponsive for another month." Says the Shumi Elder. "I am Elder, no need to state your name, Medic tells me that you have a bit of amnesia."
Patient's head nods in a clunky manner. He's stuck on the thought of being tossed out after one more month unconscious, swimming around with the fishes that would nibble at him - if it were possible that he did not drown in the meantime. Pal gave him a calming nudge on the ear, but it seemed not to work as he took another step back when the large Shumi took a step closer.
"Do not be frightened, we Shumi are peaceful by nature, and would not harm any living thing." The Elder folds his large hands over each other, the outer fingers wriggling as though he were drumming them on a desk. "I merely wanted to assess you, see what you might be good at, if you intend to stay in our village then you must work to earn a place here. It's not everyday we let man stay among us; not since one man long ago had us removed from an old area of hiding but then another man has come and restored our trust in humanity. We see the kindness of the great Laguna Loire in you."
Patient smiled kindly. He doesn't know who a Laguna Loire is but she sounds kind of nice. She had to be, if these guys cared enough for her to have their trust in humanity restored.
"Yes, he was a great man." Elder nods to himself as if this Laguna were nothing more than a fond memory now. "We've erected a statue of him here, perhaps you've seen it?"
Irvine shook his head. 'If I had I wouldn't have thought the man was a woman.' It dawned on him then that there were no female Shumi walking around, not even one sat with them when they ate just now. He wondered for a second if it would be rude to ask?
"We have your things with us, maybe they will help you to recover your memory." The frog snapped its large fingers calling for his attendant.
The smaller amphibian rushed into the room as though he were only waiting for the: 'come along' command. In his hands are a bundle of clothes which he placed on the table off to the visitor's left. The young man looked over the strange clothes visually, then he knelt down to touch them for further inspection. "Huh... I've never seen these before, I know that."
"They aren't ringing any bells?"
He looked over a duster jacket and purple vest, a shattered piece of jewelry there looked to be enough pieces to make a gold necklace. There was also a black pair of jeans, and some... what are they, chaps? Patient was momentarily appalled by the sight of them. He would walk around wearing this? Surely the Shumi are mistaken. 'Hold on...' Looking over the coat he sees, in gold thread, the initials I.K. 'I.K.? Is that me?'
"We also noticed the initials sewn inside. Do you remember what they stand for?"
I.K. looked over at the large amphibian then back at the clothing, thinking hard. 'I.K. ...I.K? ...Dammit, why don't I know?' His mind could only swim in the darkness of the past - whatever it may be. "I'm sorry Elder, but I don't know."
"Mmm. I see. No matter, then. I will have one of my attendant's take you around to try your hands at working. We are men of work, Patient. We have proud lives from the work that we do. We have strong wills from work. We have better understanding of life, because we work."
"Got it." I.K. stands, eyes straying on the foreign clothing. "Just tell me where you want me."
...
By the time he got to bed he was pooped. So far he had stunk at pulling grains, sucked at crushing them properly, chopped like a complete novice, and due to the shape of the bowl spilt a good portion of his dinner in his room when setting it down on the dresser top; amazingly, though, he fixed it before anyone had noticed the damage. The jeans pocket of the mysterious wardrobe had a swiss army knife in the pocket, and with a few quick slices he fixed the lop-sided bowl. He liked the meal with everyone around the table better than sitting alone in his cozy little room, but he does have the lovely bird which he's named Pal to keep him company. And boy was it; the strange bird was bouncing from foot to foot with its wings partly spread as though it were doing some sort of dance for him, and it had the memory-less young man laughing so much he could hardly get full bites down without feeling he would gag.
After the meal they had him try his hand at sculpting. That was a nightmare, and he nearly took off a fingernail or finger as the chistle rocked and swayed on the smooth to bumpy surface of the soon to be statue. The Shumi tribe sculpt many statues and other little things to sell to people so that they may in turn buy or trade things with them. I.K. was then asked to help plow the field for the planting of the new harvest, but he could barely make straight lines with the way the plow rocked and bumped along behind his shaking legs. His strength was gone due to inactivity. He found it almost impossible to work, especially in robes. He applauded the Shumi who can.
Next he worked as an attendant but it was hard since he'd spent most of the time asking the group of identicals who and where, and by the time he found that person another attendant had already done the job. He was good at lifting, though, but not much good it did when they rarely had things to lift, not mention his arms were kinda killing him afterwards. Patient worked well as a scout, he thought. All you had to do was walk around and report any suspicious looking monsters that might get a little too comfortable near the borders - that was also part of the job, putting up these little diamond -shape crystals that acted as a barrier somehow.
Scout told him that when operated they project nothing by scenery to onlookers so the village is out of sight. He thought that was so advanced for people who live off the land; Scout then told him that Laguna understood their need for secrecy, he showed them the technology so they could use it. Patient was becoming more and more impressed with this Laguna guy. He wondered if he would ever stop by so he could meet him.
I.K. helped to wash the clothes and dishes, and at the end of the day the lights shut off one home at a time as the water wheel stopped its movement. Left alone, in the darkness, Patient stared up at the brown ceiling - black, due to the darkness in the room and the shadow cast around from moonlight shading certain places.
With sluggish, sleepy movement he held up a hand, Pal landed on it instantly. "What do you think, Pal? Am I this I.K.? Can I be him? Honestly, I'd like to be a Shumi... They're so good, and it's peaceful here. You can get a lot of rest - but, I guess I don't need anymore of that, do I?"
The bird voiced its foreign-language opinion, spreading it's wings out to their full four foot length.
"You always say that," He chuckled softly, his mind already swimming in a dreamland. "Let's stay here together, we'll be a Shumi in spirit. Lots of families have patchwork children and parents from adoptions and divorces. We'll be that. Sound good to you?"
The bird chirps a few times before hopping from the young man's wrist to perch inside the deep windowsill.
"I can take a hint, no more talking. Good night." Making a few height to bed adjustments; I.K. drifts quickly off to sleep.
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