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The Air is Made of Mercury

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My air is made of mercury. It's silver and it glistens. Breathing in is fatal, but I must. And, as I kneel before your headstone, I grasp at the air. Hoping it will release me. Glistening, it slips between my outstretched fingers. Away. Away. Collapsing, the last thing I see I pass out, are little shining bubbles erupting from my mouth.
        With a start, I awaken. Wildly I kick at the bed sheets, and whip my head about, looking for you. You lie, still sleeping, beside me. Instantly I calm down and breathe again. There is no tombstone. No mercury. With a smile creeping in on my face, I sink into the pillows and fall – once more – into sleep.
       We are both alive. We are both well. The air is breathable. Relax.
I picked up my french folder. Then got distracted.
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plginbby's avatar
This is one of those pieces that you start reading it casually, and by the end everything has ceased to exist around you. Magnificent work!