True Story

When she turned the faucet blood leaked into the sink. "What the hell is happening," she wondered. The tile pattern on the floor became three dimensional and she felt trapped in an MC Escher nightmare. "What's going on!" She ran to the bedroom and phoned her psychiatrist in Manhattan. "Hello Gerry, It's Lucille, I am hallucinating! We were using sealant on the brick floor of the edition and it was so toxic that even the roofers had to come down. But I decided to tough it out and continue working. Now I'm seeing blood leaking out of the faucets and the flour tiles bouncing. I'm hallucinating."