I lived in Nothing.

That’s where I lived with my family and dog.

In Nothing.

Nothing is a very small town on the edge of a small valley right by the ocean.

In Nothing everyone is nothing.

It is perfect.

No one ever dies.

And no one ever lives.

No one is anything.

Then it happened. The day Nothing world shattered.

“Did you here the news?” mother asked me.

“What is it?” I asked.

“We’re moving!” mother responded cheerfully.

Moving. I don’t want to move from Nothing. Nothing is so peaceful.

There was no use arguing. We were moving from Nothing real to the world.

Out of my blue house with my family and dog. Out of my neighborhood on Nothing Street. Out of Nothing. Out of my head.