You slump back against the lavatory wall and quickly drift back to sleep. You have more dreams…
You dream of the colony. You’re training to be a pilot. It’s hard to focus on the instructor because a very attractive woman with long black hair and deep blue eyes is flirting with you…
You dream of the woman. She is dead. There is blood everywhere. Who did this? You? The police are breaking down the door. No time to run. No point…
You dream of Earth. You remember your old city. Dirty snow everywhere you look. Denver? You’re young. You’re arguing with what must be your parents. You don’t want to move, especially off-world, to the colony on Wasp12d…
You dream you are lying in a grassy field. The grass is so soft, but it is dark blue and as fine as hair. It moves, caressing your body. You watch it grow and cover you. It starts to grow into your mouth and nose, making it difficult to breath.
You suddenly wake up and see that hair-like dark blue tendrils have pushed the lavatory door slightly open and have all but filled the compartment. For some reason, you just don’t feel like moving, or even breathing. They’re just so soft...
You are dead.
Please feel free to go back and choose another path since, thankfully, this is only a story.
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