Last Man Alive

Scrambled eggs against the wall. Chalk drawings glow in the darkness. She shook my hand and shook me free of the world and of myself. I linked my life to hers and we soared up over the moon where only angels and cows dare to tread. Watch-faces glinting in the rear-view mirror. Frogs croaking in a ring around where we slept. Dancing, life, fulfillment. Chocolate soars opened and licked dry. Icicles melt when you call my name. Sugar trees spray seaweed into the wind. Arms intertwined as we entered and got in line. Streamers waving in the distance. Miscellaneous elves cobbling shoes out of cobwebs. I am the last man alive. And I had to die to get here.