I think it was around six o'clock this morning that I started to wonder if I was cracking up.
That was around the time the phone in the bedroom rang, and I answered it. It was Sam, and he was calling to find out how I was doing. Pretty thoughtful guy, that Sam. I'm doing all right, I told him. Being alone isn't getting to me in the least. And that was when I realized that I was talking out loud to a person I didn't know, on a phone that doesn't exist, in a room all by myself.
Shit, but I had some weird dreams last night. And now they're calling me up to see how I'm doing?
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