The Straw

There once was a glass of orange juice that Kristin stared at disapprovingly because there was no straw.

Then to her relief, the straw appeared.

Kristin sipped with vigor till there was no juice left, but she kept sipping.

Glass bits traveled up the straw till the glass was gone. What are the odds of that? she thought.

She continued sipping till the table vanished. Then the room.

At this point, she felt something was off, but she continued sipping anyway till she sipped the feeling of something off.

She then sipped away the colors followed by the reality of it all.

She pondered whether she had sipped too much because she now felt that she was merely a character stuck inside a fictional world.