Prepare

First, there will be a sensation of lightness in your fingers. Rough textures will be preferred, and you will spend hours sweeping the dirt from the sidewalk in front of your house. Soon enough you will stop, not from desire but from the creeping itch walking up your hands and feet. You will stay indoors, close the blinds, and tune yourself to the borders of your feeling. Everything else is disappearing too, you can see it in the cracks of light that escape and shine layers of dust in the air. You used to think it odd, that dust would gravitate to the light. Now you know: we are swimming in the detritus of everything around us, seen and unseen. You will watch your fingernails become translucent and sheer, and fall away. You will count the flecks of skin that whisper off of your skin and become bits in the light. You are becoming a collection of bits in the light.

Tomorrow you will count whatever is left and compose a time-line of the history of the world. For now, imagine that the world is larger than that. Be calm and unaware. Stay hydrated. Get seven hours of sleep. Reign your dreams from recklessness, and sift the morning, carefully.