We walk into my bedroom,
continuing the conversation we had in the car.
But, don't you see? she was saying.
We all live forever.
You just have to adjust your definition of forever. I mean, what frame of reference for eternity do we have
other than our own perception?
Really, for all I'm concerned, she sighs,
falling backwards onto the bed,
the universe was born with me.
Isn't that a little bit . . . egocentric? I venture.
Don't be silly. She pulls her hat down over her eyes.
We are all our own universe.
I didn't sleep that night.