Yesterday I woke up with a fuzzy scratchy feeling in my throat. I ignored it and went about my day. By the time I was ready to sit down for breakfast it continued to grow in both area and size. As I cleared my throat for what felt like the fiftieth time trying to dispel the feeling, I looked outside. The once sunny and bright morning day was replaced with a steady downpour of rain. A flash of light began to shine through my hands, and my vision blurred. I stumbled towards my chair looking for something to help support me, but my body felt immaterial.
Through the haze, I could begin to make out the sounds of a groovy disco beat. As it grew in volume, ringing through my ears, I became more and more enamored with the feeling of dance. All of a sudden, bursting from my skin came a dazzlingly stylish 3 piece suit. It hurt, don’t get me wrong. But it felt so right.
A steady thumping of sodden feet to the rhythm of the music was heard just behind my door. My hair grew suddenly and explosively. The music grew so loud that I couldn’t comprehend anything else. And just like that it was over.
I stand before you anew. All is right in the world, my life finally makes sense.
New profile picture. That is all.
