There was a comfortable-looking bed, and my box just at the foot, and I
was so weary and low-spirited that I was not long before I was lying
down on my left side, for I could not lie on my right on account of my
shoulder being bad.
As I lay there I could look out on the moon shining among the vine
leaves, and it seemed to me that I ought to get out and draw down the
blind; but while I was still thinking about it I suppose I must have
dropped asleep, for the next thing that seemed to occur was that I was
looking at the window, and it was morning, and as I lay trying to think
where I was I saw something move gently just outside.
At first I thought it was fancy, and that the soft morning light had
deceived me, or that one of the vine leaves had been moved by the wind;
but no, there was something moving just as Shock's head used to come
among the young shoots of the plum-trees above the wall, and, sure
enough, directly after there was that boy's head with his eyes above the
sill, staring right in upon me as I lay in bed.