Last night, about 2:15 AM, I woke up and decided to make a sandwich. Just as I was putting the mustard back in the refrigerator a time traveler appeared next to me. Looking almost alien and augmented with technology, he was obviously from the future. He informed me that I had just created the best tasting sandwich of all time, past and future. As quickly as he arrived he disappeared into the fabric of time.
I stared down at my creation, a thick layer of roast beef, lettuce, onion and freshly sliced tomatoes, the situation weighing heavily on me. A moment like this should be shared with humanity right? No, perhaps this sandwich was solely meant for me to enjoy, a benevolent gift from a higher power. Maybe the Universe simply wanted to experience the sandwich through me....the existential possibilities were endless.
I sat down at the kitchen table. My mind raced, but my stomach growled, reminding me that I was still quite hungry, so I took a bite of my creation. Then I took another and another, until it was gone. I washed it all down with a small glass of cold milk.
I waited a moment, half expecting a temporal disturbance or some great sign, but nothing happened. With my belly full, I was sleepy again. I sat my glass and plate in the sink and walked back to my bed. My eyes were heavy and though my mind was still curious, sleep found me a moment later.
Submitted January 22, 2015 at 03:09AM by Blynder http://ift.tt/1CCAMsX shortstories
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