All the stuff Rock has to face while teetered on the edge of daybreak and consciousness had begun to wear thin. On this particular morning, he sat on his couch and resolutely refused to participate in a game that involved edible playing cards.
He had seen this one before. To start, the dealer would spread flavorless cards all around, but by the time Rock had begun to question the worthiness of his cooperation, the cards had turned hot in a spicy way that made them seem actively aware of their role in his living room. A loud, rhythmic chirping sound from his back bedroom signaled their heat.
It had become too silly to consider. Rock turned off the alarm and made coffee.
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