Abnormality

maneo

excito - I wake up

All is quiet in my apartment around me. No-one wakes up to disturb the world surrounding me. I enjoy this calm. This is the clam of lie-ins, or relaxation - in other words, a Sunday. This is the place where daydreams and thoughts escape into our realm.

I lie in my bed, half-dreaming, half-thinking. My thoughts envelop me in a dull dreariness. It has a mundane feeling to it. I dislike it. My duvet covers my legs, leaving my top half free to move around. But I don’t move. I don’t do anything except stare at the white ceiling above me.

I don’t want to get up but decide this is the now or never point. I tear myself out of bed and stumble into the adjoining bathroom. I splash water onto my weary face, hoping to rouse myself in some way. No such luck - I feel even more dazed.

I find my way into the kitchen and open the breadbin. At the bottom of it are two pieces of (stale) bread. I stuff them into the toaster. As I move my left hand away, I touch the edge. It gives me a shock and I step away from it, shaking my hand in pain.

Then the most curious thing happens. The toaster which gave me the shock starts to rock, eventually in time with the motions of my hand. I stop shaking it. The toaster does the same. That is very peculiar.

I carefully turn around and fixate on the fridge opposite. On pure instinct, I raise my hand. The fridge slowly moves higher and higher. I move my hand down in shock. The fridge crashes down onto the floor, making the whole building shudder.

But I think to myself, "It's a Sunday; I'm imagining this."

I look down at the red mark forming on my ring finger. Am I?