I must have died a long time ago, because no ones phones have buttons anymore.

My old Nokia is still running, but even up here I get no bars, and snake is getting old.

When the sun sets there's a flash of green and a portal opens up, three stories high, a great cross of comet green flames in a nearby field. Occasionally I see translucent white shapes drift into it, like dust motes into a vacuum.

Each sunset the portal opens and then shrinks in size and intensity as the stars come out.

Each night I feel a pull,
but I don't let go.

Each year it gets stronger,
and that door gets thinner.

I can almost hear that party on the otherside.