Time Is An Illusion

Everything was ready for the dinner party. Andrea had worked hard in the kitchen all day to prepare the three course menu she had sent out to her friends in a PDF. She had play-fought with Will to get him out of the kitchen. The table was covered in glitter and balloons that read "2019" hang on the wall at the end of the dinner table. Candles were lit. She finally fit the stereotype. She had the boyfriend, the perfect flat, the dog which race they'd compromised on, a good steady job. It'd had been comfortable fitting in. But when the red wine hit her alongside the reflections of the year that had passed she got dizzy and almost barfed into the goose she was preparing. She'd had to grip the kitchen counter to feel connected and to stop her head from spinning. Will dared to enter the kitchen. He hugged her from behind like she loved and he kissed her neck. She closed her eyes and smiled. The anxiety amelted way for a second. She turned around and faced Will. They smiled at each other, looking deeply into each others eyes. "Happy New Year" Will said. She grinned and answered: "Time is an Illusion." but as soon as she said it she was ripped out of Wills arms and out of current time and space and into a tumbling void.