Lie back on the bed, eyes closed, he needed time to keep the conspiracy going. Reality is a social construct. He lay panting. She lay panting. A trip to the post office to exchange energy by mail.
Eyes go out.
Dreaming of a big dog looking at me and slips inside my body and dissolves. Huge, much larger than it actually is. Time drips backward and forward. Once you destroy anything , you become part of its history . None of it happened, there is only now .