My imagination quickly added to this with an esthetically pleasing image that bore some resemblance to this:
It then furnished it with a cute little story:
My just-awoken mind had been taken on a flight of fancy with this lovely story and was taking great pleasure in it. Gabi imagined alligators and policemen finally living in peace, and alligators enjoying freshly baked doughnuts. A whole new era of alligator-policeman peace! Then she realized that it actually said "Police Probe Allegations" and the headline was continued when the newspaper was flipped over and was about a murder.
I'm trying to figure out how my brain could have made such a mistake. The only think I can deduce is an overdose of something, that something probably being matzah or sleep. Or lack of doughnuts for the duration of Passover. (Can someone overdose on a lack of something? Thoughtful Gabi will add that to her list of questions to mull over, along with "Does God exist?" "Is society worth it or should I go live with the wolves?" and "Should I stop procrastinating?".) I can also turn my misinterpretation into a whole commentary about how there should really be more alligator probing and less murdering.
I am now going to go do schoolwork, find a birthday present for my grandfather, stare at my slipper-socks, and do such pleasant things. Toodles!