The full moon illuminated the night and cast a pale glow across the expansive desert. A lone figure could be seen trudging up the mountainside, his long robes flowing out behind him. At the top of the mountain another light source grew brighter as the figure approached. Moses stepped forth and bowed before the light source, the burning bush. The disembodied voice of God bellowed from the bush.
Glistening spurts of water sprayed into the air out of sprinklers. The water fell down and dampened the already dew covered lawns. Simultaneously, all the sprinklers shut off as every door in the cookie cutter suburban paradise opened.
Warm and golden sunlight streamed into Morningwood Planned Retirement Community as cheers and loud smacking noises emanated from the recreation room. A large orderly who smelt of bologna took long strides into the source of those noises. In his hands he held a small plastic tray, on which various pills in a plethora of colors were lined up all nice and tidy. Carefully, the orderly placed the tray on a table and stood up. He looked around the gray room filled with small puddles of droopy skin and bent bones covered in macramé and polyester. The orderly sighed.
