On the road to nowhere.

It begins with the little things. Can't find the keys. The power company never received the bill. I could have sworn I had a twenty in my wallet. Just the normal parts of a busy life.

Then, as time goes on, the little things get more annoying. The car isn't where I parked it. It isn't even the car I thought I'd driven to the grocery store; it's the truck. Was that light I just went through red or green? Did I say goodbye to my wife this morning?

Sooner, rather than later, the annoyed feelings turn to exasperation. What is his last name? I know I know it. If I can just dig deep enough through the dead meat of my brain, I know it's there. How did I end up in the bathroom? Why did I come in here? My wife argues emphatically that I discussed paying the tuition with her but I can't remember ever talking about it. In fact, it's the first time I've heard of it. It seems I can't get anything accomplished. When is my son's birthday? How old is he? How old am I?

Exasperation becomes confusion and fear. What day is it? What year? What did I do today? Where are the kids? They don't live here anymore?

Then fear gives way to happiness. It feels good. Nothing can touch me here. I'm floating. White paper. White paper.