Awakening

Of course, music, especially good music, is wonderful, but it comes with its own set of problems. I'm referring to the fact that when you listen to music on headphones, you can miss the most important things.

Last night, I fell asleep with music on my headphones at my favorite, ear-shattering volume, and when I woke up, I saw something that still makes my hair stand on end.

I saw ruins... what until recently was my apartment. It was almost COMPLETELY destroyed. Cracked walls, broken furniture, shattered dishes, torn wallpaper, broken doors—everything except the front door. Just mind-blowing!

There was a knock on the door. It was the neighbors—well, a couple of them, to be kind—they said they'd been knocking for an hour, even trying to kick the door in or break it down. They heard some kind of terrible noise and screaming.

 I don't have time to figure out what the hell was going on in that ninth-floor apartment with the windows locked and the door bolted shut while I was isolated from the outside world. Right now, I'd better figure out how to explain to the police that it wasn't me, and where I'll live now...