The universe comes apart, by John
I get a sense of reality shifting, feel as if it is coming undone. I hear the ping of metal fasteners, see that dark panels of sky are sliding aside to reveal bright light behind them, look down at my arm and notice that the hair on it is no longer attached and that it’s losing its shape. I hear distant voices, strain to understand them and know that they are the mechanics of the universe. Bolts and springs, some of them incredibly tiny, fly everywhere as reality tears itself apart.