Gemotions

"And then the cat, Mittens, decided to jump right in and bat at the flame," Ben said. He was recounting the story of the time they had tried to cook a fancy dinner for their girlfriends. The kitchen was a disaster, of course, with spilled ingredients everywhere. "Flames were everywhere, and you, John, just stood there frozen!"

John blinked, his vision blurring. He was seated in a comfortable chair, the remnants of a mediocre meal still sitting on a small table in front of him. He shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position. He remembered the incident, but he recalled that he had moved quickly and that Ben had been the one who was standing still. "I think you're getting some details mixed up," John mumbled, his voice raspy. He struggled to keep his eyes open.

Ben stopped talking, his brow furrowing. "Are you feeling okay? You're acting real strange."