Is this how it ends?

At 6:44am I go to my ruby furnace and make glass orbs and wait for them to explode. I dance and wait for them to explode.

I drink cups of coffee. Each cup with cream. Yesterday, with cream. Today, with cream. Tomorrow, with cream. I can’t sit still. The first orb explodes. The clock says 1:44pm.

The first orb explodes on my third cup. Shatters. The second orb explodes. Shatters. The shards splinter the floor. I dance the irridescent floor. I drink more I dance more. The floor becomes red, my feet splinter.

My heart races. It’s only 1:54bpm but the third orb is perfect. I bounce it on the floor. It will never explode.

Again and again, I bounce the third orb on the floor but it doesn’t explode. I gather the shards, watch me bleed; watch my coffee; gather the shards. The third orb watches

me drink coffee with cream.

When it’s all over, my heart rests and I don’t sleep. It’s 2:22am. I take the shards, throw them into the furnace. It’s my blood on the floor now and the shards are red now turn to rubies in the furnace. In the morning it happens again, again, again.