I need not look out of my window to know the World is ending.
The bright flashes of the ongoing, stroboscopic lightning fill me with an uncanny feeling of fear.
I mean, I’ve been afraid before. And I’ve known, at times, how silly I was for feeling so.
But this… This is different.
It’s a chilling kind of fear – ironic if you imagine this weather has been spun upon us because of a heat wave with zero chills.
Despite being warm, sticky, and too humid for any human, I shiver.
Meanwhile, boyfriend Jay is happily snoring next to me.
I “accidentally” nudge him awake and ask him if he’s turned off the fan next to the bed. He mumbles an affirmative that’s barely audible – the sky outside is simply moaning too loud.
I ask him if he’s ever seen a thunderstorm like this, and he drifts off, back to Sleepy Land, on his monotone “Naaaaaaaah…”
Okay. So, it’s me against the Apocalypse then.
Gosh, I somehow always imagined it to be zombies…
I look at Jay again, his cute snores being overpowered by the ominous sounds of omnipotent thunder:
ROAR ROAR ROAR ROAR ROAR
Krr Krr Krr Krr Krr
🤷♀️
Dan Brown
“The Apocalyse is not the end of the World, but rather it is the end of the World as we know it”
That man can sleep anywhere, anyplace, anytime.
Apparently even through an apocalypse.
I sneak a peak at the window, that, every now and then, for two milliseconds, does not light up. Then I look back at Jay, happily snoring the impending doom away, and I sigh.
Okay then, I give up. Apocalypse, you win!
You’re no fun anyway if there are no zombies… 🙁
I put my sleeping mask on and lie down, my back facing the bedroom window. If I’m going to die, I might as well do so in blissful unawareness.
Or pure obliviousness. You choose.
(Small spoiler: I am writing this blog post, so perhaps I did make it eventually… 😉)
Jay rolls over and wraps his arms around me.
“Are you scared,” his soft words fill my head.
I pull one eye open to peak from under my mask, and notice the intermezzo between flashes has grown to four milliseconds.
A little less anxious, I nestle against his warm, sticky, and too humid for any human body.
And feel myself drift off to Sleepy Land as I respond with a monotone: “Naaaaaaaah…”
Elle Vampa 