He should have been sleeping the slumber of the innocent, but instead, a blizzard buffeted Tony, a swirling darkness. The room felt as if it was rolling under great waves. His hammock rocked from side to side. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. They felt heavy. So did his head, his feet. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and carefully placed his feet on the cool floor. With a deep breath, the spinning slowed, the disorientation dissipated.