When my alarm goes off, I'm knee-deep in a bookstore.
It's called Barnes and Noble, but it looks more like Head House Books. I'm standing by the door, glancing back at the long checkout line, feeling hurried, and debating about whether to buy a rust-colored Asian tea set for my friend Jen.
Just then, I notice a man by the door. He's got only one leg, and it's wearing a white wingtip dress shoe. He's on crutches, the metal kind. And one more thing. He's invisible.
