Sometimes I zone out if he isn’t on the court.
Then it hits me. This weird, irrational thought along with slight panic.
“Do I have pants on?”, I think to myself.
A quick look down confirms that, yes, of course I have pants on. It really would have been quite difficult to have left the house, drive my kid to the game, entered and sat in the bleachers if I didn’t have on pants. Surely someone would have noticed and alerted me to my oversight.
I laugh to myself and my ridiculousness.
It is like those dreams you have when you show up to school naked except this happens to me when I am awake!
It is so weird. Just sitting there and wondering if I am half naked.
I wonder to myself if I it is possible I could be dreaming. Or if I could really be half naked but think I’m dressed because being half naked would be crazy.
I ponder what is the true reality of this moment. Can I tell what’s real?
Then I realize I have been lost in my head and missing the game.
Focus on the court.
I can’t possibly be half naked.
Or can I?