The Tall Hat

I bought a tall orange hat for the summer. The hat was twice my height, and it was hard to walk because I had to balance this incredible statue-like structure on my head. I would constantly hit billboard signs, street lamps and rooftops. I had to arch backwards to get through the doorway of my house. I could no longer fit in my bed with my hat on because I was so tall. The logical thing would be to take off the hat. But, the hat was so tight that I couldn’t get it off my head. I tried and tried and the hat just kept inching down my face until it swallowed me whole.