The End

Date: 7/17/2016

April 20th. But I don't know the year. It's early in the morning, right around the time where the sun is starting to rise and its casting enough daylight to illuminate everything around you. I don't know what compelled me to go outside, I just did. It's like I felt it. My neighbors and other neighborhood folk are pointing at the sky and asking what is going on. I look up but see nothing but blue and a cloud here and there. It's like I felt an impending doom. Panic set in and I run inside, grabbing all my belongings. I'm screaming at my family, "get up!get the fuck up! " They are moving sooooo slow. It is pissing me off. I'm telling them it's the end and we need to go. They want to stop at IHOP. For some reason, I felt like that wasn't such a bad idea. I agree and they move like lightening, packing up water and snacks. Then all you hear is, BOOM! It knocks is off our feet and our ears are ringing. We become weightless and start to float. I get that feeling as if I'm on a roller coaster. I tell my son not to open the door, but he grabs the doorknob as he is floating by and we get sucked out when he pulls the do open. All our things, our house, hell even the city is floating in dead space. I'm reaching for my family but we all are drifting away from each other. Then I can't breathe and black out. I wake up that feeling of dread around me and can't shake it until it naturally wears off. I hate dreams like that.