He wakes up and means to cook an egg but the eggs are gone
or they have been moved somewhere during the night.
He decides to take the dog for a walk, but the dog is gone
and there is only a leash next to the bowl on the floor.
The phone rings and he answers it, but at the other end
is the sound of backhoe tearing up the ground somewhere.
In the evening, he sits on the recliner, opens a beer
and prepares to watch a television show but the shows
have no people in them. They are just scenes of empty
rooms and occasional breeze on a curtain. He gets up,
pours his beer in the sink and makes his way to the
table where he will wonder if the last twenty years ever happened.
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