On the Day 125th, I picked up pieces of glass on the floor.
The night before, I dropped the wine glass from the bed and fell into a dull dream, in which I was walking on the edge of a black hole in the dark and boundless cosmos. I wished it were a dream, until I opened my eyes, gained some consciousness and adjusted the present to acknowledge that my life was actually falling into a black hole in reality, not a dream for the sake of it.
