Behind us, a new Universe appears. From here, it’s an insignificant marble, shining in a sea of black.
My passenger sleeps while I rummage through his dreams.
Didn’t plan to enter his mind. Just… happened.
What’s a sentient starship hurtling at light speed into extrauniversal space for trillions of years to do? It’s freaking boring out here.
First to reach light speed. Feel bad for him. Out here. Alone. All he ever dreams about is having a family. Wife. Kids. Dog. It’s nice.
Should I wake him? Or tell him I… awoke?
No. Keep Dreaming.
We can only keep dreaming.
Part 2 in the tiny All Things trilogy.
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