You Stand in Your Living Room

You stand in your living room.  Cold grey morning light brushes the walls and furniture.  Windows - cracked, but not shattered - lay broken faded shadows on the environment.  The walls are quiet; even their chatter of white noise seems lacking.  You stand in your living room, unsure as to how you arrived or what you were doing before.

Hey, everyone.  First off, I'm going to have to apologize because this is going to be short and sweet.  Those [few] who follow me on twitter (you should probably do that), probably noticed my excitement at the fact that my blog hit 5000 visits.  Most of those I'm fairly certain are not my Mother.