I could have given her the truthful answer, which was that I had died at exactly nine o’clock in the morning, so that was when my body “reset” itself. Sometimes I barely felt it, like a ripple that started at my head and worked down to my toes, but other days that moment felt like dying all over again, a flicker of the cold and the dark. It was mildly disorienting, to say the least. I preferred to be sleeping when it happened, and therefore unaware.
