There was a sound behind me and I spun like a cat. Like a cat shrieking because you just ran the vacuum cleaner across its tail after hog-tying its paws and putting a burlap bag over its head to completely disorient it, but like a cat none the less and none the more.
I looked at her. She looked back at me. I kept looking at her. And she kept looking at me. “What are you looking at?” she finally asked. “You,” I replied. Because I was.
I woke up early to get a head start on the day, but it had already started. Time passed. In the fast lane, no less, and I was left choking on its dust.
Whoever had been talking to me had stopped. Only a cat sat beside me now. Maybe the cat had been talking to me. Maybe whoever had been talking to me had turned into a cat.
“The point is…” Disgust faltered and became Unsure. He then become Shocked and Confused. “Wow.” He breathed in Awe. “This is quite an identity crisis, Mac.”