“Why did god create a dual universe?
So he might say
‘Be not like me. I am alone.'
And it might be heard.”
September 4th, 2015
Emptiness loomed over his mind like the moon over a night-lit landscape; in a similar way, Max felt the void was watching him like the Lunar surface watched the earth, creeping towards him at an unnoticeable yet undeniable pace. A dark wall of a sooty coloring edged towards him and just before he thought he'd be entirely engulfed by the emptiness- he woke up. Snoring could be heard from through the wall behind him. His bed sheets were damp with sweat and his heart was still racing. Even though he had woken up, Max was unable to shake the unsettling feeling that he was still being watched - but by what? His night terror consisted of one thing, or perhaps the lack of one thing: nothing. In the literal sense of the word, indeed, Max felt scared of not a single thing - and that's not to say that he wasn't scared; the exact opposite in-fact! Max was scared by the realization of nothing; non-existence; space; the void. Max remained bewildered and, even though awake, his brain continued to fire neurons in a desperate attempt to alert him to the situation that was to be feared! Nothing.
In the flat's shared kitchen he leaned against the worktop and sipped on a mug of tea. He resented the fact that humans forget up to 95% of dreams ten minutes after waking up, in that his dream remained in the 5% that he would never forget. He turned to pull the leaver on the toaster and - oddly - the toaster was out of reach. The thought didn't cross his mind that perhaps the toaster had moved - instead he quickly concluded that he was standing too far away, as anyone would have, and stepped closer.
Max returned to his bedroom still groggy. A hangover worthy of competitive drinkers remained wrapped around his mind and body like the flu. His clock beeped twice in quick succession, flashing the numbers 11:00 on the screen. A man shouted outside the window on the street below and cars drove slowly past. Having failed to finish his toast he lay down and returned to his sleeping state.
The
house has changed minimally throughout the night. Walls are a little bit larger - or perhaps a little smaller. Only people who actively measured the walls would appreciate that they've indeed changed in size overnight. The change would remain largely unnoted aside from a very mild confusion that people may face when they realize that their alarm clock is suddenly out of reach - or that their bedroom door looks almost as if it's changed shape.