Morning
You wake up the next morning feeling strangely tingly all over. It's kind of invigorating, so you bounce jauntily into the bathroom to start your morning ritual.
Washing your hands and face takes longer than usual, you just can't get enough of playing with the water. All the scrubbing does not seem to have any effect on the dark rings around your eyes, however. Looking curiously into your own eyes it occurs to you that if you felt half as terrible as you look, you'd be dead.
Hmm. Wait a second. Weren't you wearing a necklace yesterday? It must have slipped off in your sleep or something. All you can see is a row of discoloured spots around your neck and down your chest a bit. Must be pressure marks left by the necklace. It's probably lying tangled up in your bedclothes somewhere.
Deciding to look for the necklace later, you head over to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. Even though you follow the ritual to a T, the toast comes out dry and tasteless, and you can't take a bite of it until you have soaked it thoroughly in your coffee.
After finishing the toast, curiosity gets the better of you, and you start going through all the different foodstuffs you've got in the kitchen. The result is the same: Nothing seems edible to you until liberally doused in some liquid or other.
Curiouser and curiouser. It almost seems like...
Written by Won-Tolla on 22 January 2008
