The alarm clock rang in the morning, and I lazily reached out to touch it, only to find that I couldn't turn it off. "What's going on... I'm already bored when I have to go to work on Monday..." I slowly turned over in the quilt and scratched in the air irritably. "Hey - you'd better sit up and press it off! It's time to get up... Ahhhh what's going on!" I opened my eyes and saw that my hand was translucent and I couldn't touch the alarm clock...
Intention: How would we live if we had another ending? Can we let go of what we cannot forget?