All was gray.
All was quiet.
All was still.
I couldn't decide where I was--the Land of Sleep, or death. To my knowledge, both were colorless and uninteresting, somewhere to pass the time between consciousnesses. I had never been raised to believe in a higher power. It was my choice, but I couldn't decide. I stood there for several eternities, suspended in time. Floating.
And I thought, what happens if you never choose?
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