A rude awakening...
I was having a very pleasant dream, which at the time was very vivid and seemed full of wonderful ideas, and I remember thinking "Wow, I've got to remember this when I wake up!". Next thing I know a bolt of searing pain struck me and flowed over my face. At first I thought this was part of the dream, but within a second I'd awoken to discover that the pain was all to real...
My nose was in agony and the culprit was a heavy, flaying fist that lay twitching on the pillow beside my head, innocently attached to the body of my still sleeping girlfriend. I got up and went to the bathroom to inspect the damage. No blood, thankfully. Slight swelling, perhaps, but no apparent bruising. But it hurt so much! I started to worry that maybe it was broken.
"Oh, God, I bet she's fractured my delicate nasal cartilage" I thought to myself.
Through drowsy, hypochondrial eyes I began to view the nose from every angle, fretting that the injury had rendered it noticeably lopsided or seriously misaligned. The more I looked at it the more crooked and plain "wrong" it seemed to be. Lack of sleep and the on-set of paranoia combined to the extent that I was almost hallucinating - My nose looked completely different to me. Like someone had come along and given me a nose transplant in the middle of the night. In the end I hardly recognized myself...Not just the nose, but my whole face.
After staring so intently at my reflected nose for so long everything seemed to blur and in my bleary vision my entire face seemed alien and strangely unfamiliar. I gave up examining it and staggered back to bed, muttering expletives, absolutely shattered and decidedly unhappy about the prospect of having to face life with an unwanted new nose.
When I awoke it looked pretty much as per normal...Well, as normal as I can remember - I mean I never really paid that much attention to my nose before. Not that I neglected its existence. It's just one of those things you take for granted I guess. Anyway, the entire incident has left me slightly apprehensive about the possibility of future bed-time assaults. I mean I try to be sensible and avoid risks during my waking hours - But what's the point if I'm liable to be attacked at any minute of the night, whilst lying prone in the supposed safety of my own bed!
My nose was in agony and the culprit was a heavy, flaying fist that lay twitching on the pillow beside my head, innocently attached to the body of my still sleeping girlfriend. I got up and went to the bathroom to inspect the damage. No blood, thankfully. Slight swelling, perhaps, but no apparent bruising. But it hurt so much! I started to worry that maybe it was broken.
"Oh, God, I bet she's fractured my delicate nasal cartilage" I thought to myself.
Through drowsy, hypochondrial eyes I began to view the nose from every angle, fretting that the injury had rendered it noticeably lopsided or seriously misaligned. The more I looked at it the more crooked and plain "wrong" it seemed to be. Lack of sleep and the on-set of paranoia combined to the extent that I was almost hallucinating - My nose looked completely different to me. Like someone had come along and given me a nose transplant in the middle of the night. In the end I hardly recognized myself...Not just the nose, but my whole face.
After staring so intently at my reflected nose for so long everything seemed to blur and in my bleary vision my entire face seemed alien and strangely unfamiliar. I gave up examining it and staggered back to bed, muttering expletives, absolutely shattered and decidedly unhappy about the prospect of having to face life with an unwanted new nose.
When I awoke it looked pretty much as per normal...Well, as normal as I can remember - I mean I never really paid that much attention to my nose before. Not that I neglected its existence. It's just one of those things you take for granted I guess. Anyway, the entire incident has left me slightly apprehensive about the possibility of future bed-time assaults. I mean I try to be sensible and avoid risks during my waking hours - But what's the point if I'm liable to be attacked at any minute of the night, whilst lying prone in the supposed safety of my own bed!
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