The tempest of black fog in your head slowly dissipates and you begin to piece together where you are and what’s been going on.
It’s 2:23am and all the furniture in your apartment has been overturned or moved. Mirrors, family photos and curios you once cherished have all been shattered. Cluttered counters are now naked. There’s a hole in the drywall left behind by the coffee mug you dodged just in time. You’re under the kitchen table.
Gasp! Suddenly you remember your $3000 flatscreen TV! Read more