Run
A treadmill is preferable to these damn dinner plates. They’re slippery and staggered upwards like steps. I don’t know why but I’m running upwards like my life depends on it.
Except they don’t end.
Below me I hear a feral mews and I look down to see I have company. Three mangey cats are now running after me as we all climb higher.
What is this? A Salvador Dali painting? No. If it were, the plates would also be melting.
I slip!
I wake up in an empty room and I see a snake with it’s face turned away from me. The patterns on his skin remind me of my ball python. Except he’s . . . green?
“Ramses?”
He turns to give me this look. I don’t know what I’ve done! He looks at me like I’ve betrayed his entire family.
“Is this because I didn’t hold you today?”
I never get my answer because now I’m running down a hall. Wait. It’s not a hall! I turn to see a giant boulder rolling after me. I begin to run.
If I ran this much in real life, I’d probably be in shape.