The world will end when I finish this bottle of wine. So I take tiny sips.

My sister may come home, and we will cry into each other’s arms. We will finish the bottle and hold hands as everything collapses.

If not, I will keep sipping until none is left.

Divija Maitra lives with her partner, a cat, and many books in Bushwick, New York. In college, she studied the inner workings of people’s minds and now writes fiction about her dreams and the people in them.