Watching

And look at the treasure I found.

My microwave chimed, and a thought, a full-blown delusion, popped into my head: Every time that microwave goes off, it’s like a tiny, cosmic rewind button, undoing some of Hitler’s wrongs. And not just any wrongs, but specifically, the gassing of Jewish people.

It’s hard to explain, but it felt like my world was suddenly a few stories higher up, like I was living at the top of Jack’s beanstalk. And living with me, in this elevated reality, were all these tiny people. Not real people, but like nanobots made of pure light. They live in my bloodstream, inside the colorful shards of glass in my Turkish-Moroccan lamp, and in every nook and cranny they can find. They’re just happy to be here, to exist in this heaven on Earth.