Twelve

HAPPY TIMES?

"Who turned off the lights?"

It would appear that nobody was fazed by what took place, so I was forced to inquire, "What in the name of flying monkeys is going on here?"

"Mom, Dad, Ari?"

I was to the point where I was about to have a panic attack! They were unaware that I had only recently developed a fear of being in dimly lit areas. It appeared that I was the only one who was concerned; therefore it was very difficult for me to keep from becoming overly anxious.

‘Alright, Golder, take a deep breath. You're fine! You won't need to worry about anything. You're home, and you're in good hands.’

I placed my hands out in front of me to try if I could sense anyone else nearby, but all I could feel was the void around me.

"OK, you guys, we've got to stop laughing about this!" "I'm sorry, but I didn't mean for that to be amusing."

I was completely paralyzed as my poor brain attempted to perform some rapid calculations.

‘Oh no, brain! Don't pass out on me at this crucial moment!