And I was not disappointed.
The sun, no longer content to merely wink out of existence, was a bomb that set the landscape on fire.
I felt its heat. My dreaming eyes burning in their sockets as the world disappeared within a cataclysm of flame.
But I still remained. I would not wake up. I watched. I suffered. I felt the death of all around me.
I would like to think the worst was over and I would awake in my bed, the cool night air brushing against my body. The darkness a friend to my heat scourged eyes. The green neon of a clock ticking off the second silently.
But still I remained asleep...