"Damn," You take a long breath and look at the storm. "Ya figure God would be nice enough to let some of us poor bastards get some shut eye."
As you try to fluff your pillow your metal fist goes right through it, sending feathers everywhere.
"Hmph," You exhaust as you get out of bed. You stare out your window in the night's sky. You can feel that something is wrong, but you can't put your finger on it.
"I need a beer."
Kitchen: You grab the handle for the refridgerator and it breaks off in your hand. You kick the door and it pops right open. The light inside flickers and the thunder cracks outside. You look inside to see one open beer. You reach in and grab it with your metal hand and it shatters. The beer left in it squirts all over the place.
"Damn." You retire your head in your hands. Ever since you were transported back and forth through time your life has been nothing short of a living hell.
You sit down in your kitchen, in your underpants, and try to bear living. As you close your eyes for an instant of peace you hear glass shatter. You stand right up. You're not alone.
Do you?