His feet were planted firmly to the ground. His legs were locked in his stance so he was in no danger of falling. However, as he stood still in the darkness, it was as if he had no backbone for everything above his waste was wobbling around. Charles Sanus felt his arms getting heavy and long and they stretched too far like the arms of a gorilla. His hairy arms stuck out too far from the undershirt of his suit.

He couldn’t remember how he’d gotten in the room, nor did he have any memory of anything before then so he decided it safe to resolve the whole thing as a dream. This soothed Sanus somewhat as he leaned back and let the absurd happen to him. His stomach was churning with vomit but poor Sanus didn’t have enough muscle to push it up through his esophagus and expel the remnants of last night on the tilted tile floor.

Was it something he drank? He couldn’t remember if this trip could possibly be a result of a bad drinking spell. Sanus wasn’t into drugs either. So unless one of his supposed friends had given him something while he was caught unaware, he wouldn’t have known. He didn’t care what caused it; he just wanted the whole effect gone.

Out of the darkness, his wife appeared. It nearly gave him a heart attack. She spoke in a tiny rabbits voice, high and quick. The noises made his head roll uncontrollably around his shoulders. His neck had gone limp and he couldn’t keep still. His wife spoke in an angry manner. Although the sounds she made weren’t comprehensive, he knew what she was discontent about. Coming home late. Work. Money. His alcohol consumption. How he was turning out “just like your father!” Those last four words echoed and rang like needles into the very sensitive ears of Sanus.

He grabbed Mrs. Sanus’s shoulders. His hands gripped tightly in rage around her shoulders. When Sanus looked at his intentions, how he was about to hurt Mrs. Sanus, he leaned into her. He stepped around, trying to catch the balance that was taunting him. He moved his head forward to kiss his wife but then her head went back. Her neck, like clay fell so far back that it was soon unable to carry the weight of her head. With a quiet snap, her head fell on the floor.

Sanus stepped back and sat in a corner of the room. It’s not safe to move, he thought as he hugged his knees close to his body and rocked. The puddle of blood dripping from Mrs. Sanus’ elongated neck pooled towards him, while she stood upright. He closed his eyes and pretended that nothing happened. He tried ignoring the blood that was soaking his work clothes.

He couldn’t remember moving but within the next moment, he was laying flat on his back, looking up at the ceiling, wondering when the hallucination would fade away and leave him be about his normal daily life.