please don't turn the page

he appeared in a dream last night, waxing lyrical about physics questions as the sunnybeach and sparklingsea took a break (it was raining outside). but the physics didn't matter after a while, because he'd thrown the textbook out into the rain. our conversation said, "it's possible." when i woke up i said otherwise. oh the trauma of everyday life.

still, i went back to sleep as fast as i could. but the beach and sparkling sea had disappeared altogether. physics questions just aren't supposed to happen. you don't question reality.