Haze
Last night, something changed. I can’t tell you what, but I feel that it is extremely important. I’ve gone about my morning in a total haze. My alarm didn’t go off, so I slept extremely well till I flew out of my bed around 8:00. And I don’t mean like birds fly, I mean like projectiles fly off of an exploding car in one of those high speed movies.
…Long analogy. No wait, comparison. Gosh, I took English. I should know this.
Anyhow, back to the haze. I walk about in a complete haze. I suddenly look down at the table and realize that milk has been poured onto my frosted mini-wheats, and that there is a small glass of orange juice next to the bowl. Who did it? Probably me, seeing as I’m inquisitively staring at the carton of milk in my hand wondering just that. But I have no recollection of the events.
Kind of like everything that happened before my 10th birthday. It didn’t happen. But that’s another story.
