Misery flushes out of us physically. My light nap was interrupted by the loud ringing of this phone. This obsolete phone however doesn’t work. I have it because I collect the past.
“Exploding head syndrome?” asks my spouse.
“No. I heard the phone,” I reply.
We both look at the phone like I’m the crazy one.
The body has funny ways of telling us things about our brains and the outside world.