The Lonely God

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Death wakes up from a wonderful dream that the world was still green and rich and full of souls. He sits up, noticing the grey light from outside peeking through his window, and he remembers where he is. Groaning, he flops back onto the mattress and wraps his bony body in the sheets.

“I’ll only sleep five more minutes” he grumbles to himself, “it’s not exactly as if I have somewhere to be.”