I Let My Fists Do The Talkin’

I fell asleep in the afternoon and just woke up. I suspect I may have an alternate personality that took over (and this is not the first time I’ve considered this) because I woke up with painful scrapes on my hand and foot and a headache. Stuff on my shelf had been knocked over on to the floor—a tea pot, some necklaces and a Cakey baby, but I was entirely unaware of it. Didn’t hear the noise.

While still in half-sleep, I checked my cellphone clock and it said “9:00.” I assumed 9 AM, but it was still dark and I could hear people talking and laughing outside. My first thought was “it’s the apocalypse and the sun has burnt out.” I couldn’t figure out whether it was Monday or Tuesday morning and debated whether to go to work in light of having an alternate personality and it being the apocalypse.

I figured out what was going on just recently.