A man is getting ready for bed. He takes off his shoes, then his socks.
He looks idly at his feet. Hmmm.
They are feetlike, ordinary. They do not look interesting, but they look tired, and it is time to wedge them down between the sheets to the bed's own foot, where they will wiggle a bit and then fall dormant. The man lifts his feet into bed, but as he does, he feels the tingle of a half-formed thought. Oddly, it is about umbrellas. Something about umbrellas getting...
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