He was Christmas dinner

The dice tray, table, and carpet collapse under the dice, which are somehow now a single die

The room tilts under your feet as the die becomes “down”

You text your love ones, but get no response

The light coming from outside becomes brighter and brighter as more light is entering the room than can leave

Time slows as you begin to stretch towards the die, but can never seem to reach it

The house finally gives way, shrapnel and structure falling into the die

The night sky is blinding, more and more light getting stuck

You’re floating now, like you always will be, stretching closer and closer to the die

Your last thought is smeared across the rest of the history long after the last star goes out How the hell did that happen?

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