Primo Lanz lay on his bed sleeping. He holed himself up for the last two days with a feeling of extreme tiredness. His skin twitched as if his dreams excited his involuntary muscles. He heard a knock on the door. "Come in," he replied though still in bed. "Who is it?" he asked.
But no one answered. The knock gets even louder. "Open it. I left it open last night. I am sorry, I just felt so tired."
The door opened, and somehow the visitor was able to get inside. "Sit in there and tell me what you want. I am still half-asleep."
The visitor pulled a chair, and it made a rather loud noise as two of its feet scrape on the wooden floor. Primo grimaced in bed. He turned his body on the other side as he caressed a large pillow beside him.
"Why are you still asleep this late?" the visitor asked.
While Primo's eyes were closed, his mind seemed equipped with the capacity to engage in a casual conversation. "I need to lie still for quite a long time."
