“Er …” I said. “Well, I should think it simply stays with your body. It must. I mean—you aren’t dead.” Both Lizzie and Bobby were shaking their heads decidedly. “No, it doesn’t,” Lizzie said. “When ye’re sleepin’, ye’re still there. When ye do that”—she gestured toward the mask, a faint uneasiness on her small features—“ye’re not.” “That’s true, mum,” Bobby assured me. “You’re not.”
This is great to read because the one time I was anesthetized, I awoke and immediately thought that the blip in my consciousness I had experienced must be similar to slipping into death. It is very different from sleep; in sleep, you do keep your consciousness with you. I’ve never read anything that’s voiced these opinions before!
