A giant projector began playing sleep videos of a man crying with swastikas tattooed under his eyes. I called my girlfriend. She came over. I told her to make popcorn. The projector played on a loop. She asked me where I got it. I told her to be quiet. She started crying. I asked her what her problem was. She said, "I have to study for a test tomorrow." I told her to get her books. She brought me a bowl of popcorn. The man's face regenerated itself out of a slush pile. My girlfriend read. I stuck a finger up her nose. She continued reading. She didn't tell me to stop. The projector played the forty-ninth rotation. I pretended I was asleep. She bit my finger. I pretended to call the police. She didn't move. I was upset she didn't believe my threat. I dialed 9-1-1, but got scared and hung up. They called back. I start sweating. My girlfriend asked who was calling. 9-1-1 said, "You better have an emergency or we're going to kill you and your girlfriend." I stuttered. My girlfriend started breaking shit and screaming. I didn't understand. She said, "I knew you were cheating on me." 9-1-1 said, "We have a man coming to your house right now with a metal baseball bat." I looked out the window. All the birds in the village were lost or sick with bird influenza. I turned off the projector. The line to 9-1-1 went dead. There was a knocking at the front door. My girlfriend wasn't wearing any clothes and ran to open the door. The outside world watched us on their empty TV screens. I let her go. I imagined television programs about the end of times when fish, zebras, and small pieces of candy all battled each other in an effort not to be eaten. Surprisingly, the tiny candies did fairly well. The zebras were the first to be eaten.

      Two days later I woke up and still hadn't heard from my girlfriend. I was worried. I hadn't realized I had been sleeping. I remembered being in bed watching the soviets take over my girlfriend's school's football field. I wondered if she took her test. A man ran around chopping off the heads of the British soldiers. The British soldiers were disguised as gypsies. The soldiers were wearing fake gypsy heads and were still alive when they were gathered and thrown in a pile with the other dead gypsies. At some point I became very interested and walked out to the field. I got the ball pretty quick, but I couldn't remember any of the rules. Everyone ran after me screaming. I ran away. I think I made it to midfield before the short little gypsy children grabbed me and began biting my legs. When I woke up there were still no more birds in my village and my living room was full of bowls of candy. Dead fish lined the carpet waiting to be eaten.