Breaking: WE ARE GOING TO THE MONSTER BALL.
If I ever happened upon a unicorn in some magical forest somewhere — driving my car, say, down a dark wooded road late at night, and the unicorn hesitated in the headlights — I imagine that it would feel much like this. Did that just happen? I would ask myself, braking to a stop. How is it possible that that happened? And then I would realize I was still sitting there, I had places to go, I wasn’t pulled over or even remotely near a stop sign.