Dis so booring. Jus keel n keel n keel. Evrywon dies. Evrywon hass sem prubblumms exseppt in difrent wurrds. Is all frumm hayt. Saym emosshun. Pepple so booring. Dey probbly jus robot. Cus dey repeet saym ding ovur n ovur. Isso preetenshuss. Sey sumfing new. Bye.

I becumm Big Sad n wallkd thruu poretull.

…

“Daddy!” A little girl runs up to me and gives me a hug. She rubs her face in my belly and then looks up at me. “You’re back!” She smiles wide with her tiny teeth.

“Am I dreaming?” I ask.

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“Yes, you were dreaming really well,” a handsome man says. “Now you’re back to the present.”

Tears well up in my eyes and like rain after a catalyst of lightning, it starts to pour. “I’m back… in reality?”

I hug my daughter tighter, never letting go of the arms and hair she has. It’s the warmth that kills me, but something I’m willing to die for. A world where everything is nice, beautiful, and simple. “Daddy is sorry. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay Daddy! I will always love you!” She giggles in my belly and I feel her mouth’s heat rise through my shirt. It almost burns, but that’s the warmth that lights me ablaze. I shed more tears.

“She wants you to live, see?” the handsome man says.

“Where am I, though?” I ask.

“Does it matter? You’re here. Enjoy it while it lasts.” The handsome man bows down and disintegrates into bubbles of light, swept away by anti-gravity. In his place, a door appears and it opens. My wife runs—

“Ow!” I grunt. Another head nails itself into my upper chest.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” my wife says.

“Wha— For what?” She doesn’t answer. I guess that’s fine.