The simple beauty in it all.

Running through the story, rereading my manuscript. This was spectacular. I look up, in the open air. I could stay here forever, but unfortunately, that can’t happen.

I smile, start acting out the manuscript, with cruel humour. “The night of salvation, or will it be doomsday? It’s sensational!” I scream, contorting my body, and then sitting down in my swivel chair.

I pull myself up, in the morning. I pick up my manuscript. I was gonna bring this to the director. I’d get my job back! I smile to myself. “I’ll pay them back! Those who said I wouldn’t make it!” I laugh, maniacally to some, but passionately, to me. I get in my car and drive off. This is the best thing the world has seen.

I pull myself out of the car, looking nothing short of perfection. I open the door and walk in, confidently as ever. I open the door to the Director’s office and slam it onto her desk. She looks at me, but her eyes aren’t her own. They are black as space, and she grasps my face with both hands, and I’m looking at her like she’s stupid, which in my mind, she is. “Director, what are you-” I’m cut off by... something with white eyes. I recognised this from the story. It’s exactly the same. Black opal body, and white eyes. I laugh with wicked horror.

Unlike in my story, however, this one seemed to be at bay, by the Director. It went to lunge, but she held out her hand, and it stopped mid-air. I laugh horribly. “This is insane! How do you have one under your control! You were supposed to die with the rest of the world!”

The Director’s eyes glow, and their depth seems to increase until they remind me of the galaxy. I think I see stars, and bits of colour in there. I notice this and point it out. I blackout.

Well, I wouldn’t have written this, if I had died, with the rest of the world.