When I came to, I could feel the stony path pressing against my scalp, but couldn’t shake the sensation that I was upside down. I’m not sure how long I stared up at the sky before I realized that the leaves on the forest floor were lazily floating upwards.

When I saw the moon lingering in the morning sky, merely a pale shadow, I didn’t think much of it. It wasn’t until I noticed it day after day, loitering in the noontime sky that I began to contemplate the terrible cosmic consequences of its continued presence in the daylight.

Waiting at the bus stop, I sigh heavily as I stare at the ground, feeling the rain drum against my shoulders. I panic when the raindrops start to feel like fingers.

I should have known something was off about my date, Steve, from the beginning. Anyone who lets a match burn down to their fingers without flinching should not be trusted.