The sound of the alarm woke him early in the morning. It was not a welcome sound. There was too much in every day to stress about. He would have to sustain his body, which involved sustenance in the form of food. And some sort of physical exertion. And that food would not magically appear. He would have to make it. There were so many hours in the day, and he could not sleep through all of them.
Life is long and history is unforgiving. There are no alternate realities to the here and now.
Perhaps death was not so bad after all.
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