This morning, when my alarms went off, I must have hit snooze by instinct alone, because I was seriously confused while slumped over myself in bed. I didn’t know what was going on, as if the things around me were not objects, but a language I had never heard spoken before.
Sitting up, trying to figure out what and why and when and where, I felt the urge to say something. I opened up my mouth and before I even realized what was going to come out, I mumbled “Alan Alda.” Then I put my head back down on the pillow, even more confused.
