So I’m minding my business, floating around in perfect darkness… warm, snug and happy. I’m living life to the fullest and I’ve got it made. I don’t have to lift a finger and I’ve got 24 hour room service on tap.
All of a sudden there’s poking, prodding and general rough housing going on. Next thing I know, I am freezing cold, angry and blasted by brightness. My arms and legs are flailing around ’cause there’s way to much room to move.
There were so many people around all of a sudden, but I recognized a couple voices in the room. The lady that let me crash at her place was there. So was the guy who used to talk to me through the walls all the time.
The rest is a blur, but I do remember things got all warm and cozy again after a while and crashed out for a nap.