Apocalypse 101: Day XVI

I’ve always hated sunrises. The dull blue dawn, the birds chirping dutifully outside. I’ve lied awake many nights in misery and sorrow, hoping that tomorrow wouldn’t come. That the sun wouldn’t rise. But to my disappointment the great ball of fire would always come to greet me in the morning.

I’ve lived many nights not wanting to see the new dawn, so it comes as a surprise to me when I wake up everyday, pull my curtains at 5AM and see nothing but steel grey skies, ash and dust. The sun is shining out there somewhere, but it won’t shine on this world again.

We have lost the light.