Not Waiting 'Til the Midnight Hour

Yesterday I took an evening nap that went much deeper than I meant it too. I felt very out of it when I woke up, unsure whether it was 8 pm or 8 am. I felt like I had fallen asleep and woken up in the future. Looking around, there seemed to be inventions I didn't understand. A backyard full of abandoned horseless carriages... Tiny white speakers that seemed designed to muffle sound rather than amplify it, and collect all the room's dust... If any of my friends were still alive, would they still be sharp enough to chide me and call me Rip? I was so confused, that I jerked off.