The Straw

A glass of orange juice appeared. Kristin stared disapprovingly at the lack of a straw. Then to her relief, the straw appeared. She sipped with vigor till there was no juice left. She kept sipping. Glass bits traveled up the straw till the glass was gone. She felt this was merely chance. She sipped till the table vanished. Then the room went. She felt something was off-key. She sipped away the off-key, then at the colors, then at the reality of it all. She questioned whether she had sipped too much, for she felt herself as a character trapped inside a fictional world.

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