I stepped outside, foggy from last night.

I felt a complete incompleteness in my life. As i sat down onto my favorite rocking chair, I dropped my cup of coffee.

The mug I had gotten as a gift at the age of 23, fell to the floor, and shattered into a myriad of sharp ceramic pieces.

“Huh?” I asked myself out loud. So I sat there, staring at the broken mug, with a mask of curiosity plastered on my face.

“Huh?” I said again.