I just woke up. It was two-thirty in the morning and my friend came in to turn on the a/c, check on me- standard drunk friend procedure. Took off my shoes, I pretended to sleep so I could enjoy the quiet comfort, feeling him care without embarra**ing him- you know the drill.
I think that's when it hit me, the sound of the pistons and the pumps and the gears of the freight train bashing through the center of my head ,that must had turned into some numb roar, started to slow, and slow and then it stopped.
I was confused.
It was too quiet. It was as if someone had flipped a switch and the humming in my brain turned off like a power outage.
And then, before I had a choice, it was born. The first original thought I had had in the last god knows how long- What the f** am I going to do now?