He woke up at three in the morning and went down to the kitchen. The fridge light came on and something shifted. For a second he could not remember whether he had always been the person walking to this fridge, or whether the person who had always been walking to this fridge was somebody else and he was — he caught the counter. The floor was still the floor. The water he poured was water. But the sense of himself as the same person who had gone to bed four hours ago had briefly gone loose, and he stood there with his hand on the counter until it came back.
