The bed hovered over the immeasurable void. Kinny and I hadn't worked up the courage to enter it yet. A chill wind blew up from beneath, and all around was blackness.
Somewhere, a dog barked.
“Pretty sure it’s your turn to let her out,” Kinny said.
“If our carpet rematerializes, I will clean any mess off of it with gusto and verve,” I assured her.
“I’m going to brave the unknown. How different is it from any other morning, really?”
I strained with all my might and manifested my pink fuzzy slippers. "Hold on," I said. "I'm coming with you."
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