Twilight Zone

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The world outside my window fades to black, but even that can’t pull me from the sofa’s embrace. The TV’s flicker flattens me into two dimensions. My world narrows to what it displays.

Occasionally I surface and shuffle to the kitchen. Ignoring the graveyard of microwave trays, I find a lone sleeve of popcorn. The microwave counts down. Carried on a wave of optimism, I scroll DoorDash. A ding snaps me back.

On my way to the sofa, I catch my reflection a mirror. The sight bores into me.

I nod.

I know.

I press play.