Today, I woke up with a persistent buzz inside my head. I knew immediately that a shift in my world happened, a not-so subtle change. It was not in the morning news but I noticed even before rising that the pillows on my bed were already conferring with each other, trading rumors in whispers.
While having my breakfast, the bowl I took from the shelf stared back with a knowing, malicious look on its face. As I poured milk on my oatmeal and muesli they let out a clear giggling sound – was it them or the buzz in my head – and they only stopped when they saw me looking. Poets have claimed that rivers sing, but I swear that today it was the faucet that I heard, releasing a melody that the sink gladly embraced. Even the fan nodded its agreement: today I woke up with a psychedelic buzz inside my head. Continue reading
