Prelude

People say life flashes before your eyes the instant you think you're about to die.For me,a series of images bombarded my brain,not of my life,but of a myriad of things I hadn't yet tasted and the many positions I wanted to try out in bed (or out of it) with Keanu.

I had a scrapbook.

Of food I wanted to try,not of Keanu.

Though I had developed a real appetite for him too.

Not to mention the fact that I hadn't yet concocted a plan to see Glob naked.

Therefore I couldn't die,or get forever trapped in black nothingness,I had too much (Keanu) to do.

And eat.

I screamed,an angry,mournful wail,full of sorrow as I windmilled my hands and feet,too panicked to access my power,my heart in my throat.

Desperately,I tried to find purchase in mid air,rocking my head from side to side in an attempt to find away to break my fall,or turn,something.

Anything.

This can't be how it ends.