I woke up.
"See?" I said as I opened my eyes. "Wasn't that stupid?"
I blinked a few times, so my eyes could readjust to the dim light in the Robertsons' family room.
"So what great buried memory did I come up with?" I asked. "The trauma of second-grade math? I told you it wasn't worth hypnotizing me. My life has been too -- " I stopped without saying "dull," because I suddenly realized that all three of my closest friends were staring at me. Their faces, starting with Lynne's thin, dramatic one and ending with Courtney's heavyset, normally placid one, all held identical expressions: eyes wide, eyebrows...