She shot up in bed, a crashing sound waking

She shot up in bed, a crashing sound waking her from her deep sleep. She heard someone laughing from the doorway.

Unfortunately it was a dimension where the strong force was too weak and matter had no cohesiveness. Before their quickly-disintegrating eyes they watched their bodies dissolve

into stardust. Golden. Billion year-old Carbon. They had to get themselves back to the Garden. Though their bodies now consisted of stardust, their souls/egos remained intact.

They began to will their dispersed material to coalesce & as the dust clumped forming bodies swirling in a disk the center condensed becoming hot plasma. A star was born. The third

girl from the left at the corus line wrote so in her diary that night.Her name was Jen.Jen Flinegan.Maybe that was why she was writing about a starlet and not becoming one!Stupid n

ebulizer! She couldn't...breaaaaatthee... That was it. Jen Flinegan was never finegan. (Chortle!) I drank too much wine tonight and am laughing at things that are really NOT funny.

I tripped over my own foot and grabbed hold of the floor tightly to stop it spinning. A nice police lady smiled at me and gave me some lovely bracelets. Someone threw a bottle

. They placed me in back of the squad car. How nice! I could lay back and stop my head from spinning. My new accommodations are very avaunt-garde minimalism. When's room service?

What? Room service doesn't include Mexico-Japanese fusion!? Where's my crispy sushi burrito? Excuse me, your toilet doesn't work. Hello? The toilet! The potty doesn't work!