I have come to the conclusion that I might be going crazy. No, I haven’t been
reading those Twilight books again. It’s even worse than that. I have been
experiencing this strange feeling, one that cannot be explained by words. No
matter, I will tell you about this sudden feeling through a memory.
It feels like it happened just yesterday. Well, it kind of did happen yesterday,
but for the sake of making this story sound more like a fairy tale, let’s say it all
happened one week ago.
It was a sunny that day. Actually, it wasn’t sunny at all, but it was rainy.
It had been rainy that day, and I was, as usual, coming back from my
afternoon five-mile jog. When I walked into my small, square office, I shook the
remaining water out of my hair and saw the most beautiful display of flowers, all
bunched up in a pot of soil. They looked like roses, but then again, the lights were
off. After I actually turned on the lights, I realized the object sitting innocently
on my desk was clearly not a vase of roses. No, they weren’t any type of flower.
Instead, there was yet anther dead raccoon sitting on my desk.
