So it was last night when I fell asleep listening to a 1950 episode of Night Beat. The Kenny Day Amnesia Case. A soothing radio noir to lull me to sleep. I'm not sure what time it was when I awoke again. Earbuds still in place. Along with the words: " . . . he was a zombie. You know what zombies look like, don't you . . . ?"
I'll assume the character was speaking metaphorically. But I didn't wait to find out. I tore out the earbuds, flung them onto the floor, and pulled the covers up around my head.
Miraculously, I survived the night.