– New Orders

There is no death, only a change of worlds.
Chief Seattle

The other night I was sleeping on my side and I awoke to someone gently shaking my shoulder.
“It’s time to go”, she whispered. It resembled the vague excitement of being woken up early to leave on a road trip when you were little.
“You’ve been reassigned. The universe needs you elsewhere.”
Oh, okay, then.
I was suddenly excited to go and disappointed when the dream faded and I was left with the same old mountain to climb.



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