Don’t let The Doors hit you on the way out.

This is it. This is the end.
I stood there, looking out my window, sipping on my tea. I don’t encounter rare creatures anymore. I’ve moved away from that, and might have found my inner peace.
But this is no ordinary peace. This isn’t some foreign Albino peace either. This is a peace that still leaves me uneasy. Keeps me on my toes.
As I finished my tea, I walked out the door. The woods no longer exists. Only a suburb.

A walk into the sunset with some nice music sounds appropriate right now. But there isn’t a sunset. So I guess a walk will be nice.

When I got home that night, I put on my blue apron, and cooked something special. And I ate it.

I’ve never slept so peacefully before.
And I will never sleep so peacefully again.

The end.