On the morning of the apocalypse I:
Got up
Took a shower
Brushed my teeth
Ate an apple
and went back to bed.
Things had been slow at work and there was nothing for me to do around the house so I figured bed would be the best possible place to be when the apocalypse came. I flipped on the TV and watched the whole world dissolve into panic as the firestorm got closer.
None of this seemed to bother me nearly as much as it should have. The air still seemed ripe with possibilities and there was so much hope floating around, despite the circumstances. The sun was so pregnant with it that it seemed to laugh in defiance at the giant balls of fire that were even then beginning to rain down upon the earth.
I got up from the bed and sat in the rocking chair, wrapped in a blanket, with the fan blowing my hair in whirling patterns as it oscillated back and forth in its tiny arc. I closed my eyes and imagined you there, with your hands on me in that way you always put your hands on me, the warmth of you surrounding me in the way it always did. I imagined your words as I bit your earlobe, biting down too hard. There was surprisingly little blood, but as the first of the liquid balls of fire slammed into my building, I could still taste its coppery song.
Posted by lux at September 6, 2003 04:36 PM