I had always lived an ordinary life. I wasn't famous, and I didn't have a remarkable job. I worked as an accountant in a cramped office and lived in a similarly small apartment on the outskirts of the city. My days followed the same predictable loop—wake, work, eat, sleep—and I'd long since stopped expecting anything to change.
On what would become my last day on Earth, I woke up expecting that same routine. I dressed in something just nice enough not to get me fired and walked to the office. As usual, I bought a sandwich from a convenience store. It wasn't delicious by any definition of the word, but it was good enough to hold me until lunch. As I crossed the street, a void suddenly appeared around me. Swallowing me as I tried to run its was painless , no stray thoughts flowed from my head, only sudden, absolute blackness.