by Daniel Bailey
The universe expanded once more. At the time, I was lifting a forkful of noodles to my mouth, listening to pop country through my neighbor's wall. My body took no notice of the expansion, just kept ticking, but I knew it happened. I tried to put it aside, let it become one of those things that you just let go of, like a rope swinging over the edge of a lake. But the mind does things that cannot be explained. It's like I swung back from the edge of the water and collided with the tree.
Daniel Bailey lives in Muncie, Indiana. His work has or will appear in Word Riot, NOÖ Journal, SmokeLong, and other places. He blogs at Metaphysical Dick Touching.