Threads. Quantum mechanics postulates that it’s possible all of creation is a series of strings. When I ultimately drew my final breath, little did I imagine that I’d be surrounded by threads. Each one minding it’s own business.

  Here I sit, one thread among countless, now untethered to the life I knew. Memories of my life flicker in my consciousness. My first steps, my first day of school, my first kiss. A lot of firsts seem to leave the strongest memories. My memories seem to crystallize, becoming more solid, easier to recall. I live and relive my life countless times, floating in this infinite abyss.

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  Is this Heaven? Or maybe Hell? It feels more like purgatory. An endless abyss, full of threads. There’s that word again. Makes me wonder why it keeps crossing my mind…

  After what seems like an eternity, I feel a pull. Following the pull, I’m sucked into a vortex. As I pass through, I hear a crying baby. I can feel my body again. My eyes feel stuck together. But all around me, I see threads. Clusters of threads immediately close to me, shaped vaguely humanoid. More diffuse threads shaped as normal objects around. Doors, walls, beds. All appear full of threads.

  I realize the crying has stopped. I hear what sounds like voices. Their seem to be three or four people talking, but I can’t understand what they’re saying. My eyes still feel crusty, but I attempt to open them. As they start to open, bright light fills my eyes and sends a sharp pain through my head. There’s that baby crying again. As the pain subsides, I realize something. The baby crying? That’s me.