Trisha INTERRupted 6

It was darkness all around. Trisha turned on the light. There was Gabriel, sleeping. She blinked, then looked at Garbriel once again. He was smiling. Then his head fell off his body and a thin, looped, metal thing was hanging in the air. Blood flowed from his decapitated body like wine. Not all the seas could turn incarnadine.

-Why have you summoned me from hell? A disembodied voice asked.

-I need your help.

-You must drink my blood.

Trisha got a cup and then drained his blood.

-What is your question?

-What is reality?

-It is your dream of reality mixed with real objects.

-Why is it so impossible to love reality?

-Because it is a THING. Your questions are really basic.

-How can I become real?

-By letting go.

-Letting go of what?

-Letting go of what you want reality to be.

-Then how do I derive pleasure.

-From bliss, from letting go.

-I only feel pleasure when reality is what I want it to be.

Blood flowed from Gabriel neck as from a water fountain.