I woke up today and it was the end of the world. My bed was floating in the air. My house was gone. I jumped off and flew around. It was dark but I could see everything. The wind blew against my face. My hair was slapping into my face poking its way into my mouth. I flew against the wind traveling the town.
I could see a silhouette of people in their homes. But they were paused just doing whatever they were doing. I pushed harder and I ended up downtown. I see people in their car or walking up and down the street, but they weren't moving. My watch said: 3:33 a.m.
Then I stopped.The moon exploded into millions of neon blue lights, dancing and falling toward the ground covering everything as if there was snow. I touched the floor and the lights were moving and buzzing. One hopped up and shot down the street. Then another. Then another. I was flying with them.
They led me to the beach. There were more of different colors, mixing and soaring together, crashing into each other. I laughed and they stopped and they all rushed around me knocking me to the ground.
When I finally crawled out of their attack, I flew down the shore until I reached a big boat. I went to the boat and settled down. The stars were so bright, twinkling in the moonless sky.