The End
I had a dream last night where I witnessed the end of the world.
Fire fell from the sky in plumes of pitch black smoke and tar. The air became hard to breath as it grew thin from the approaching heat. I watched as the grass, trees, and water were set ablaze even before the impact.
Then, the smoldering ball of fire fell below the horizon and kissed the Earth. The sound shattered my ears and the shockwave passed through the core of the Earth, shaking the foundations of all life.
The fire passed through me, searing my body and ripping my flesh. My life faded, my body turned into a husk, and my soul went with the fire.
Then, I woke up. But the awake world didn’t feel real.
Maybe tonight I’ll dream of it again. If I do, I’ll take better notes.















