Today started rather oddly.
As I reached under my pillow for breakfast, my feet began to sink through the floor again. I didn't let it bother me too much. I grabbed hold of the banana just as it began to bloom.
Falling faster through the floor, I hugged the radiating fruit close to my chest; its hot-light beginning to engulf my field of vision. Two meandering cats stumbled by and paused to watch a cohort of five of my fingers grasp clumsily at a last bit of carpet. They reflected on Voltaire and the Holy Roman Empire. The left pinky finger detected the rumblings of an oncoming altercation as it whispered goodbye to the carpet.
The light has engulfed me now. Angels and angelic visions dive to and through me. My atoms start to wrap themselves around me or whatever unifying features are left. They're speaking Spanish, these atoms. And one surly fellow demands a refund.
The pressure on your elbows demands your attention. You can feel it creep up your forearms and nestle in around your wrists.
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