I look around me and snort. How can I feel alone when I have two naked men and three naked women in bed with me? Each night I have been inviting a couple of people home with me to see if it can calm this strange dream I am having. It hasn’t been working.
Soon after, the lights lowered, and the sound of loud chanting came through hidden speakers. Voices overlapped, and magic surged all around us. The black silk wavered around the warehouse before falling. Glowing mirrors lined the interior. I was uncontrollably drawn to one with a crescent etched on it, then nothingness.
As I stood over the frying pan, I asked myself the big question. How am I going to be spending this sentence of mine? If I was disallowed from working for a full seven days, I needed to find some other way to spend my time.
For centuries, millennia, the changes in the world I saw were wrought by mortals. Busy, each building on what came before, and each passing, while the gods grew steadily quieter, turned in upon themselves. Perhaps that’s why I saw so much in these firefly lives, to join them, to be my own flash of light in the darkness.