Maybe as much as a week. If he lived, he could write another book re-create this one, even, if he wanted to.
Easiest thing in the world, tight? "He noticed how shiny her skin was, like some sort of polymer plastic stretched tightly over stone. In desperation he pushed back the blankets with his hands for the first time, hoping against hope that it wasnt as bad as the shapes the blankets made seemed to suggest it was. It was something he had been irritated to find he could generate in the Misery books almost at will but in his mainstream fiction erratically or not at all.
"At the corners of her mouth dimples appeared briefly in the solidity of flesh and then disappeared. She was, he realized, trying to grin.
It would be precious little consolation to him, however, if Annie were to be finally brought to bay for the murder of Paul Sheldon. "At the corners of her mouth dimples appeared briefly in the solidity of flesh and then disappeared.