Beyond all else God was bored, tired of the never changing sameness. It sought an end, or a beginning, something to change what it was now. It decided to split, to divide and build itself anew. It desired to experience itself subjectively, to forget so that it could learn again, so that it could grow. As the thought formulated, the action took place, no distinction from idea to reality. A fracture formed, a split, a duality in the structure. *** Monday (morning) Dahlia played with the silver chain at her wrist as hot water rained down from the shower above. She loved her new place. She loved her new friends. She loved her new boyfriend. Thoughts of her nightmares had faded, along with the aftereffects. He wanted to be with her, really be with her, crazy outbursts and all. She smiled. She hummed and closed her eyes as she worked shampoo into her honey-colored hair. The notes echoed through the bathroom, and the air around her shimmered. Her eyes turned red as she opened a bottle of conditioner. Her heart fluttered. The bottle slipped from her fingers.
