Diary Entry 03: Reality Check

March 12, 2018

By The Disappearing Author

I can feel it happening. The fabric of reality is unraveling, thread by thread. I've been noticing it for weeks. My socks disappear from the washing machine, only to reappear on the floor, folded neatly. The milk carton is empty, but the fridge is stocked. I've seen the toaster burn a piece of toast, then suddenly it's not there. The cats are plotting against me.

I'm starting to think I'm the only one left who still sees this. The world is a madhouse, and I'm the janitor. I've been trying to write this all down, but the pen keeps running out of ink. I'm starting to wonder if I'm the last one left.