it's a story, folks

this is what happens when I take Amerge for my migraines instead of Imitrex:

how it happened is none of her business and she knows that now, or she thinks she does. heavy, her head falls to the side and she drifts into a light slumber. upon waking she discovers that a mean trick has been played and her socks are missing. frantic, she bumbles around for several moments searching for the socks which are crucial to keeping her warm. as her toes begin to freeze and snap off frigidly, she starts to sob. socks were the last comfort. slowly a warm hand touches her toes and they reappear one by one, followed by her soft blue socks. lifting her head, she sees the kind smile of an old woman looking down at her and the woman takes her hands and tugs gently. she follows the old woman down a path covered by the snow and into a house smelling of freshly baked bread. as she is shoved into the oven by the woman's now rough fingers, she greets her brother who she foolishly left in the woods. in the cold of winter, it is best not to leave your friends to suffer alone.