I am an old man.  
I lie on my bedroom floor but I know not why.  I stare at the
cold white cieling and trace with my eyes along a crack
running the length of the room.  I watch as a spider climbs out
and goes about his spider business.

	Despite my will my arms will not move, my legs
will not move yet my eyes stare at the cieling and for some 
reason I do not care.  In the corner of my vision I see my toys
gathered around me.  My toys that I spent a lifetime to gather
and in them I invested so much love.  My toys whom would
not judge me and would never leave me alone.  My little friends
whom would never betray me nor I them.

	Now I see movement.  Is it my own madness or am I
trapped in some half dream?  One by one they move.  Thier little
plastic parts slowly moving under their own power to gather around.

	One by one each places it's tiny plastic hand upon me and with
their unified might lift me from the floor.  I would ask
of them why they do this and why the move under their own
power if my lips would move.  

	Slowly they carry me slowly through the door and away from
my empty home.  In the dead of the night they carry me.
Long is the journey.  I stare to the sky but it is black with clouds.
No moon and no stars shine through.  Along the highway slowly.
Strangely not a single car passes us by and even though the hours
pass the night will not relent.  Not a person in 
sight as they march to where I do not know.

	My mind ponders what is happening.  Surely I am
in some strange dream to be woken at any moment by the sounds
of daybreak.  But time passes and I do not wake.

	How long does this dream go on?  In time
my ears detect the sound of the ocean waves lapping the shore.
We have come to the sea.  The waves already lick my feet
as slowly the toys carry me into the sea.  I worry not
though of the fate.  Somehow the sea welcoms me as if a
return to the womb.  Each toy sinks into the seak.  Some
float into the distance and others sink forever into the abyss.

	And as I myself sink I wonder for only a moment if I might
drown.  But I soon realize it to be a trivial thought as my lungs
neither draw nor expell air now and my heart no longer beats in my
chest.

	Into the cold, black, eternal sea.  My final descent
in the home from which all life has emerged.  My toys no longer
by my side.  I sink alone into the endless black abyss.  My
toys were the only ones who came to morn me.

	The sunlight peeks through the window and alights
my face.  My mother calls me to the breakfast table as my
eyes slowly open to the morning light.  My toys fill my 
bedroom and remind me how fortunate I am.  
I am but a child ready to start a new day.