Sproing! Sproing!! His mind was sluggish at three in the morning and his eyes sleepy-laden. He slowly opened them and saw his navel peeping out of his unbuttoned night-suit shirt. ‘I’m lying down,’ he thought, ‘how can I see my own navel?’ He thought he was still dreaming and pulling himself out of his bed took slow heavy steps to the bathroom to splash some cold water on his eyes. With his eyes focused on the wash basin tap he let his hands cup some water that he threw towards his eyes. Splash! Splash!! The water seemed to hit the wall behind him! He turned his face back and actually saw the water dripping down the wall through his half-open eyes. ‘Something is wrong somewhere,’ his mind seemed to tell him as he turned back and looked at the mirror. What he saw, shocked him… but made his eyes open wide without that customary splash! His eyes were at least a foot above his unshaven face poised on a spring made of his own ligaments. What surprised him was that his eyes spoke and said, ‘I hate that smelly stubble. And here I stay until you get rid of it!’ … Continue reading This happened at three in the morning