... that I'm holding a piece of frozen chicken near my forehead and watching the fog roll off. The chicken is for dinner. I might cook it first.

... that some of the doors in my house have expanded and now stick in their frames. I now live in constant fear of becoming trapped in the washroom until winter, eeking out a living by eating toiletries.

... that when I step off the bus, I think I have stepped into the bus' exhaust flow, and that it will pass in a moment. It doesn't.

... that the posters are falling off my walls. The ticky-tacky stuff holding them up is melting. Melting.