Friday is finally here, but you're having a hard time getting excited about it. You're sitting in your house, checking out Facebook, and trying to decide what to do for the night. As you scroll through the list of events, you yawn and think about how tired you feel lately. There seems to be no way to balance your work and social responsibilities.
"When did spending time with friends and going to parties turn into a responsibility?" you mutter to yourself.
You stop scrolling through the events as you become lost in thoughts of growing up and growing old, but after a few moments, you become aware of a low buzz that has been slowly growing louder. You turn to look around the room and spot a tiny point of light that is gradually growing larger in one of the corners.
"Oh my god! A fire! No, wait!" you say as you start to get up, but then sit back down. "If it's a fire, then where's the smoke? I should at least be able to smell the wall burning."
You squint at the bead of light it as it slowly expands, first a pea-sized point, then a baseball, a basketball... all the while the buzzing growing louder and louder.
A sudden flash forces your eyes closed and when you open them again you see what looks like a short tunnel floating in the air where the buzzing light had been just a moment ago. The tunnel seems to hang there in the most impossible of ways and when you tilt side to side in your chair you can see that, while you can look down the inside of the tunnel, there's no back or side to it on the outside. You peer deeply into the tunnel with its solid black walls and at the end of it you can just make out a brightly lit meadow on the edge of a beautiful forest.
After a couple of minutes, you work up the courage to approach the tunnel. You walk around it and notice that there's absolutely no back to the tunnel when you press against the wall you can see the entirety of the room, as if the tunnel, the impossible tunnel, doesn't even exist. Keeping your back to the wall, so as to avoid walking through where you know the tunnel is, you find yourself standing in front of it again. With both of your hands shaking you reach one just barely inside and touch the inner walls. The black surface is smooth and warm, like a windshield just before sunset on a hot summer day.
"This can't be real. I mean... it just can't," you say to yourself. "I mean if this is real, then, uh, then reality has stopped working."
You look back and forth between your cell phone on your desk and the impossible tunnel that has somehow invaded your home while trying to decide what to do next.
Choose your pony adventure:
Crawl into the tunnel and check out the meadow
Call your shrink - I mean psychiatrist