Saturday's Storyteller: "You know that feeling you get when you think it's nighttime, but it's really the middle of the afternoon?"
by Belinda Roddie You know that feeling you get when you think it's nighttime, but it's really the middle of the afternoon? Disorientation, above all things, brings you the closest to reality than any other distraction or jolt in your brain. It is when you are disoriented that you question everything around you, drawing you uncomfortably nearer to any sort of fathomable truth. I woke up at 3:49 in the afternoon, far later than the normal time I arose from a nap. The air was very heavy and cold, like fog was swirling around the couch and frosting the puckered skin on my palms. Outside, it was definitely dark, the skies overcast and refusing to let the slightest finger of sunlight extend from its fiery palm. Still, as I struggled to stand up and gaze through the window, I could still see the trees rising like an assembled green diadem against the mist that crystallized like jewels on the leaves. It seemed like the world wanted to spew rain, but no drop could be heard smac