Nathalia Shaffer

Nothing

I've been having these strange thoughts lately. I wonder what is real, if any of it is, and what is not. When I sleep, I find myself in a long dusty hallway. The wooden floor can be seen through the threadbare carpet. I carefully step forward, as if afraid. Inside, I wonder what I should fear and the answer is nothing. The further I wander down this unending hall, the more afraid I feel.