I Write Whatever I Want To Write
Blurred Vision
A sound startled me awake, and upon opening my eyes, I immediately felt an incredible pain seemingly splitting my skull.
Too much to drink last night? I thought to myself, before I remembered that I had only had one glass of wine with dinner.
Ah yes, dinner! I dimly recall having a wonderful conversation with a woman with whom a friend had set me up on a blind date. However, most of the details of the date were a blur.
That's funny, I thought to myself, I don't recall the end of the evening, nor do I remember driving home afterwards.
Did I [i]really only have the one glass of wine? Had I somehow forgotten being seduced by her?[/i]
I reached for my glasses on the nightstand, only to quickly realize that there was no nightstand next to the bed. In fact, this was not my bed at all. Although the room was dark, the first few rays of what appeared to be a particularly spectacular sunrise beamed through a window above.
Although my vision was significantly blurred absent the corrective lenses I normally wore, there was no mistaking what was slowly coming into focus: namely, the bars of a cage.
My head is killing me, and I'm locked in a cage like a dog, I thought to myself. Where's my leash? I thought, trying to mentally amuse myself.
As soon as I had thought that, I heard the voice of the woman from last night say, "A leash? Now why didn't I think of that?!"
A sense of doom settled in as my mind unraveled and I knew that all was lost...until a sound startled me awake, and I scrabbled with blurry vision to retrieve my glasses from the nightstand next to the bed. Oh, my head still hurt, but at least I was actually in my own bed.
Note to self: lay off the spicy snacks at midnight!
A sound startled me awake, and upon opening my eyes, I immediately felt an incredible pain seemingly splitting my skull.
Too much to drink last night? I thought to myself, before I remembered that I had only had one glass of wine with dinner.
Ah yes, dinner! I dimly recall having a wonderful conversation with a woman with whom a friend had set me up on a blind date. However, most of the details of the date were a blur.
That's funny, I thought to myself, I don't recall the end of the evening, nor do I remember driving home afterwards.
Did I [i]really only have the one glass of wine? Had I somehow forgotten being seduced by her?[/i]
I reached for my glasses on the nightstand, only to quickly realize that there was no nightstand next to the bed. In fact, this was not my bed at all. Although the room was dark, the first few rays of what appeared to be a particularly spectacular sunrise beamed through a window above.
Although my vision was significantly blurred absent the corrective lenses I normally wore, there was no mistaking what was slowly coming into focus: namely, the bars of a cage.
My head is killing me, and I'm locked in a cage like a dog, I thought to myself. Where's my leash? I thought, trying to mentally amuse myself.
As soon as I had thought that, I heard the voice of the woman from last night say, "A leash? Now why didn't I think of that?!"
A sense of doom settled in as my mind unraveled and I knew that all was lost...until a sound startled me awake, and I scrabbled with blurry vision to retrieve my glasses from the nightstand next to the bed. Oh, my head still hurt, but at least I was actually in my own bed.
Note to self: lay off the spicy snacks at midnight!
51-55, M
