always liked scarlet on you." He brought it to the bed.
 
 I sat there with the covers pulled tightly to my neck.
 
 "Come on, now. A fresh nightgown will make you
 
 feel so much better."
 
 I didn't think he would leave me alone until I
 
 had put on the red gown, so I took it from him. He
 
 stood back to watch me take off the one I was wearing
 
 and slip this one over my body. I did it all as quickly
 
 as I could.
 
 "Now, doesn't that feel good?"
 
 "Yes," I said, giving him what he wanted. I was
 
 even more frightened because instead of feeling
 
 awake and energetic as I had hoped I would feel after
 
 eating the breakfast, I felt drowsy and tired again. His
 
 voice sounded faraway.
 
 "I want . . want . .
 
 "You want to sleep. I know. I expected it. A
 
 nice rest." He pulled the blanket up and around me,
 
 tucking it in tightly like a straightjacket.
 
 "No . 1.. ."
 
 "Sleep, Annie. Sleep, and you will feel so much
 
 better when I return. All those ridiculous nightmares
 
 will be gone when you wake up again."
 
 I tried to speak, but I couldn't form the words.
 
 My lips felt sewn shut. In moments I was asleep
 
 again, my last conscious thought being he had put a
 
 sedative in the breakfast.
 
 The next time I awoke, I was very disoriented. I
 
 had no idea what time of day it was. Slowly, in what seemed more like hours than minutes, I managed to get the tightly tucked blanket off me and pulled myself up on the pillow. I lay back, breathing hard,
 
 my heart racing.