No Zombies

Today I woke up in a world without zombies. No machete under my pillow. A baby slept next to me, foot shoved under my chin. She was not breakfast, some desperate attempt to stay alive. She was to live in a world without the terror of the undead, smashing their skulls against the too-fragile doors of our house, a world without deadly rays from space animating the dead. There was coffee, that wonderful tropical seed, roasted and shipped thousands of miles, something impossible in a world where rotting corpses stalk the jungles and hide buried in the soil to devour the passerby. Running water, electricity, even a working automobile outside. I decided to be grateful for all of it.