Me

There might be aliens controlling us. I still like to plant flowers. Sometimes they grow, sometimes they die. They are influenced by the sun and therefore the solar system. The aliens get as mesmerized as we do. So sometimes we forget where we are. We might be in a simulation. So that is why the universe is vast and filled with deadly asteroids. It’s all inspiring stuff. I can cook a meal and eat at the kitchen table. Then get tired. It might all be a simulation. A sleepy simulation. Where there are aliens too. A wormhole could interrupt my dinner, one day. I wouldn’t be surprised. We might all be turned to dust. Flowers and outer space… The sun and planets… I like to think that I’d remember. The aliens laugh at my crazy idea. But they are only as real as me.