I sat back down on the bench, but it wasn't the wooden bench I had just stood up from. I was back on my couch, in my living room. The TV was still on ESPN, but "SportsCenter" was over and there was poker on now. The jockstrap was sitting on the couch next to me.
Did that really just happen? It wasn't just a dream was it? I looked again at the jockstrap and then at the stone on the coffee table.
