The Endless Dream (13)




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... 




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