That same year, my father and I were crashing in my grandmother's basement. I was sleeping on the same old couch. I woke up just as the sky started turning light blue outside. I went to look up at the clock, and saw what looked light blood all over my arms. It was on my chest, my face, my legs, it was in my hair. I panicked, thinking I must've slashed myself on something in my sleep and rolled around in my own lifesource.
I jumped up, ran to the bathroom and turned on the light, looking for the source of the bleeding. And then it hit me. I mean really hit me. I walked out to where dad was asleep on the bed, gave the cat sitting on the steps a dirty look, and nudged dad a few times. He opened one eye and stared at me, looking and the dark liquid covering me from head to toe.
I pointed at the shower and said, "How do I get the hot water to work in that thing". He asked me what was going on. I said, "I'm covered in cat sh*t, and I've been rolling in it all night". And slowly, very slowly, he started laughing. I just smiled, with cat sh*t on my teeth. I said, "if you don't tell me how to work that damn thing, I'm crawling in there and spooning you".
5 minutes later, all was gone and forgotten.
