Like an egg being flipped in a pan, my stomach turns. As I look down at this piece of paper I can see every striation. I lift it up looking through it. I can see every single fiber that created it. I feel slightly cold. I'm yawning every few minutes. Everything around me is starting to feel strange. When I look outside there is no wind, but the trees are breathing back and forth oh so gently. I go out on the back deck. I feel intoxicated slightly when I walk. Similar to alcohol but different. Wo...