Hit hard, admit the truth. Reality usually sounds like… something. This is how it happened. She fell down the stairs and hit her head on the corner of the bookshelf. All the books fell onto the floor creating a mess of grumbling pages crumbled and torn. Her head went crack. Time and time again she had been told not to do it. She wouldn’t, couldn’t listen. She continued to crack up. Voices haunted her. At the bottom of the stairs, a book landed on her face, it was called “Cracked Up” and it was a book of comedic short stories.