Being inspired, maybe – 11

A picture paints ... well, as many words as you like.  For instance:

And, then, the words:

It was like something out of a horror movie.

Waking up, in the dark, and freezing, in a swan.

And having no recollection of anything from the moment I left the office till the moment I woke up.

My head hurt.  My throat was dry, and I felt very ill.

I slowly managed to get myself into a sitting position and looked around.  More swans, plastic or fiberglass, swans, and the sound of water slapping against the sides of the boat like creatures.

My first thought on waking, they were real, and I was caught up in a nightmare.

Till I realized I was not home in bed.

Not in Brooklyn, but Baltimore.

"I think, sir, you might have some explaining to do."

I turned back towards shore and saw two police officers looking at me.

Someone did.


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