[ WP ] You wake up to find your life is a `` choose your own adventure '' story .

I woke up yesterday morning like I usually do. The alarm was working properly, so I was able to get started properly, unlike the day before and most of last week, and the shower was also cooperative, unlike that week last month when it kept alternating too hot and too cold. All seemed well, at least until I tried to make a piece of toast. 
 
 I like making toast. Unlike the other appliances I can watch and tell why it takes so long to do things, unlike the fridge and microwave, which always refuse to open until I stand and wait for about ten seconds. As I stood there, staring into the slots, watching the bread slowly turn from white to golden brown, I became aware of a voice. 
 
 No, it was n't a voice. It was like words being written in the air behind my head. I could feel them there and read them. 
 
 *Should the toast* 
 
 *A ) Emerge Golden brown* 
 
 *B ) Come out black and scalding hot* 
 
 *C ) Burst into flames* 
 
 There were these lines branching out from each of the bottom three sections of text that seemed to go off in all directions and disappear into the walls and I could see- no, feel little pulses of energy pass through the lines, causing the three lines to swell up, with those getting more energy pulses growing larger until, after about ten seconds, the first line flashed and blinked. 
 
 An instant later my toast popped up, a perfect golden brown. 
 
 For a moment I was scared and slowly looked around, but the text and lines of energy were not there anymore. 
 
 It was not the only time. As the day went by anytime I did anything significant -- sit in a chair, open a door, start the car -- words would appear behind my head and I could feel the energy lines flowing to one of two to five different options, with the one that grew the largest and blinked describing exactly what happened next. 
 
 This morning I awoke to a sharp pain in the back of my head, and all morning things have not been as they normally are. The fridge door opens immediately, the water is always the right temperature, and the words are no longer there. 
 
 Yet I still burned my toast.
