While eating breakfast yesterday at the Pancake House on the outskirts of Barstow there came a sudden chill passing through me, an ominous unease rising like a wave from the stomach toward the brain I WAS CRUMPLING TO THE FLOOR in full view of responsible, law abiding, God fearing citizens like you and I who get up every day, go to work, return home, eat dinner, kiss the kids goodnight and have sexual intercourse before falling asleep.
As I fell off my chair I could hear glass breaking and someone shrieking “Call 911 Call 911—is there a doctor in the house??!!” However I must have been imagining all this because in reality nothing had yet occurred, it was all an illusion(delusion?) as I struggled to remain calm while contemplating my scrambled eggs, toast and coffee as men and women sitting nearby went in and out of focus, each face connected to a body composed of all the proper parts beginning at the fingernails and continuing up the arm past the elbow exactly the way they are supposed to be arranged prior to all pieces shattering then randomly pasted back together.
Impossible to explain what caused this malaise except to say it may have had something to do with suddenly becoming acutely aware of every subtle noise and movement simultaneously accompanying the awkward smiles of strangers and the sounds of shuffling feet and squeaking furniture juxtaposed between pairs of eyes shifting back and forth in heads focusing momentarily on something or someone, watching him and her get up to leave in the exact same way another couple had just done five minutes earlier before another identical twosome arrived to replace the two who moments ago were sitting in the same place munching on sausages and chewing their pancakes.
strange and getting stranger