You wake up. You are Mel Gibson. Of that much you're certain.
You are in your bedroom in your large house in Los Angeles. You're lying in your large bed. Downstairs you can hear your girlfriend preparing a breakfast of pancakes and fresh coffee. You enjoy breakfast pancakes and fresh coffee, but there's something about the manner in which your girlfriend makes them that makes you angry.
Outside you can hear garden birds tweeting and hopping about in the trees, the rustling of leaves as a breeze passes through, the chatter of some of your neighbours greeting one another. Someone, a few houses away, is moving their lawn with a petrol-engine lawnmower. This last sound is the one which angers you the least. The thrumming of engine, its endless, blurred glottals, seems soothing to you. You wish the man in the lawnmower would mow up all the birds, trees and humans outside. You think about your girlfriend being dragged backwards by the rows of spinning blades inside a lawnmower, looking at you and pleading with you for help.
You decide it's time to get up. Do you:
Get up and go directly downstairs.
Get up and wander around your bedroom.
You are in your bedroom in your large house in Los Angeles. You're lying in your large bed. Downstairs you can hear your girlfriend preparing a breakfast of pancakes and fresh coffee. You enjoy breakfast pancakes and fresh coffee, but there's something about the manner in which your girlfriend makes them that makes you angry.
Outside you can hear garden birds tweeting and hopping about in the trees, the rustling of leaves as a breeze passes through, the chatter of some of your neighbours greeting one another. Someone, a few houses away, is moving their lawn with a petrol-engine lawnmower. This last sound is the one which angers you the least. The thrumming of engine, its endless, blurred glottals, seems soothing to you. You wish the man in the lawnmower would mow up all the birds, trees and humans outside. You think about your girlfriend being dragged backwards by the rows of spinning blades inside a lawnmower, looking at you and pleading with you for help.
You decide it's time to get up. Do you:
Get up and go directly downstairs.
Get up and wander around your bedroom.