I wake up one morning earlier than I usually would. \u00a0The sun has not even fully risen. \u00a0I lie awake in bed trying to persuade my unconscious mind into succumbing to sleep once again, but it eventually wins out and forces me out of my bed. \u00a0I get dressed and make my way downstairs. \u00a0I make a bowl of cereal and start to eat it in silence. \u00a0After a few bites, I decide to turn on the TV. \u00a0I walk into the living room to get the remote, but I am surprised by what I find sitting next to it on the couch. \u00a0I find a corpse sitting there looking as if he is just relaxing. \u00a0I stand still staring at it, not knowing who the body belonged to or what I was supposed to do about it. \u00a0I eventually decide that I should call 911 and tell them that I’ve found a dead body sitting on my couch which they immediately question, but I have no answers for them. \u00a0I finish the phone call and proceed to do the same with my cereal. \u00a0After doing so, ambulances and police cars pull up with sirens blaring. \u00a0I open the door to let them in. \u00a0The paramedics confirm that the body is in fact a dead one though I felt pretty confident in my personal assessment of the body’s state of being. \u00a0The police officers questioned me, but I had as many solid answers as I did minutes earlier on the phone. \u00a0They eventually put the body in an ambulance which I found ironic and drove him away. \u00a0As they drive away, I go back into my bedroom, brush my teeth as well as my hair, and just finish preparing to leave in general. \u00a0I look down at my watch and realize that it’s time for me to leave. \u00a0I go to head out the door, but realize that I don’t have my car keys. \u00a0I check the kitchen counter, my beside table, and just about everywhere else that I’d think they could be. \u00a0I look over my living room and see my key chain poking up between two couch cushions. \u00a0I grab them, but as I do so, I smell something awful. \u00a0I hold my breath, and get outside. \u00a0I sigh to myself and hope that getting my couch cleaned won’t be too expensive. \u00a0I then get in my car and drive to work.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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