That night, Elias didn't sleep. He watched the digital clock on the bedside table. It didn't tick; it simply changed from to 02:01 in a sterile glow.
Elias sat at his kitchen table, eating from a box labeled . It tasted of toasted grain and nothing else. He looked at his wife, who was wearing a DRESS (BLUE) . GГ©nГ©rique
He realized then that they weren't living in a world; they were living in a draft. They were the placeholders, the "Insert Character Here" of a story that hadn't been written yet. That night, Elias didn't sleep