RISINGThat morning, when Hilda and James awoke, they found themselves upside down in their bed that was now somehow hanging from the ceiling. The great surprise, however, was that neither Hilda nor James had fallen onto the floor, but remained firmly planted in their bed under the sheets. They both felt the pull of something akin to gravity upon their bodies. They stared at the floor where the bed had been: It was clean, which was unusual because they were both horrible at cleaning. Dust littered the ceiling, along with James's missing blue sock. It's mate had not been retired, but rather lay near the front of his sock drawer in expectation that its brother would soon be found. Hilda noticed one of her full cup bras that she thought had been forever lost during a night of raucous lovemakin
