It was the most bizarre feeling. I was laying in bed, the same bed I've had for five weeks, staring up at the ceiling, the same ceiling I've laid under for five weeks, and I had no idea where or even when I was. Mostly, I had absolutely no idea who I was.
All I could think was, "How on earth did I get here?"
I'm still wondering.

"And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
ReplyDeleteAnd you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife
And you may ask yourself-Well...How did I get here ?"
- Once In A Lifetime, Talking Heads