Woke up in my clothes again this morning

3 02 2010

I woke up my clothes this morning, wondering how I got there. I had no memory of laying down. I woke up in a room upstairs but apparently I started the evening on the couch downstairs. It’s strange not having any clue about where you were for 10 hours.

I had not alcohol or drugs, illegal or otherwise. But I feel like something had been slipped into my evening tea.

The strange experience made me think of this song, one of my favorites by the Police.




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