"Here we go again."
I say as I lift my head up from under the sheets. I am laying on a small bed in an open but desolate field. I feel the wind blowing against me, in a somewhat soothing way. I never have been here before, but it doesn't really matter. My grip on reality will slip eventually.
I look up to see giant planets looming above me, colors bursting from within them, with stars as far as the eye can see. I felt unimpressed by this view and turn to look at something that fell when I lifted the sheets.
A large silver shovel rested in the flowers. I felt no connection to this shovel as I did to the bed or planets. Is this new? Is all of this new? I don't remember even when I was born.
I picked up the shovel and studied the handle, it was engraved with two letters, K and A. I stabbed the dirt with the shovel, and I felt no giveback. I kept on hitting the ground with the shovel, over and over, not a dent was made. The large flower field was still, not a single one was swaying in the wind.
This is different.
I let go of the shovel, and the flowers resumed swaying. I then picked up the shovel, and swung right down on the center of the bed. The shovel fazed right through the mattress, as if it was a ghost. Out of anger and confusion I threw the shovel in the air. "I'm stuck here forever aren't I?" I thought to myself.
I looked up, a giant crack floated in the direction which I threw the shovel. I realized the shovel somehow appeared on the bed in front of me. I grabbed the shovel and pierced right into the crack, breaking it open.
The entire sky shattered. I threw myself under the bed to protect myself from the millions of broken glass shards. I felt the earth underneath me slip, and I slowly fell out of this reality.
"Here we go again."
