I feed myself back to my bed. I offer my head to the mercies of my pillow, trying not to crack my skull. I'm an ancient dried out corpse, but death has forgotten to come. It's sleeping in a gutter somewhere, with a clipboard ruffling out reams of names to be forgotten to the wind. But not in a hurry.
Nothing comes easily when the world is ending.
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