One Morning I Awoke From My Night's Slumber

“OK. Get dressed”…my clothes were pieces of decaying rags. I stood there in the nude looking at myself in the mirror hanging on the door. Sheila had put it there a few months before she died.
I searched the apartment and managed to find a pair of jeans and a hoodie that had been wrapped up in paper…newspaper. Somehow they had survived whatever had happened. A pair of boots mostly leather had survived as well.
Back in the kitchen I found bottles of water…a case of twenty four…Something told me I would need them.
I didn’t panic…not yet….That came later but by then I had good reason to panic. In the mean time I went out to try and find out what the hell was happening…or….had happened….and how I had managed to sleep through it.