Habit pulled me toward the bed; the dice pulled back. “I have to think about dinosaurs,” I said and, realizing I’d said it in my normal voice, I repeated it shouting. When I saw that I had used my habitual shout I started to emit a third version, but realized that three of anything approached habit and so half-shouted, half-mumbled, “Breakfast with dinosaurs in bed,” and went into the kitchen.
