The next morning was a strange atmosphere. I wanted orange juice. The room felt cast in an orange juice haze, somehow. I scratched my eyes and it cleared. Jenny wasn't in my bed. I thought she would have stayed over. My mind was afog. The show. BB's. I touched my head. There was the accident. I am here. I rubbed my eyes again, and stars shot from the back like the flashlight of the... Firefighter? Fire. No, accident. I needed some breakfast, and a shower. I walked downstairs. The familiar feel of gravity underfoot became the feeling of gravity endlessly pulling my body into the bottom of the van and into the ground. It was like in physics class when the teacher described that a table isn't supported by legs, the legs push the table up. Everything wants to fall.
