What if Today was your last day on Earth?

Thud thud thud.....you can hear your heart beat...everything goes into the background. You are caught up in a moment of silence that screams in its hilarity. The white comes upon you and encircles your being with a white sheet of nothingness...you cannot see beyond yourself cannot hear beyond the frantic beating of your heart...the calmness of the moment sooths you. But you have this dread in your heart..this state of confusion...a feeling of foreboding that cannot be shaken off. You expect something to happen yet it doesn't happen....every molecule of your body knows there is something coming your way..this cannot be it...for sure this cannot be it...

A light pair of feet interrupt your reverie and you look arround to identify the source of the sound...there is nothing behind you or to your side. No silhouette faltering behind or hiding in the cloak of white...you turn and turn in desperation trying to see...but your eyes encounter nothing. There is a dread in your heart...you do not know when it started, why it started or when will it go away.....your mind fails to register. You know you are missing something..there was something there...within your reach..yet you cannot remeber what. The pounding heart evidence to a phenominal activity...there must have been something. You know that but what?

A slight touch on the skin at your neck....your hand instinctively reaches the point of contact but there is nothing there. Nothing...no contact of flesh with flesh just a smooth brush of finger tips...how distinct in this state of ambiguity...so candid yet unmarked...unidentified...a part of the white haze for sure. You want somthing solid to hold on it...but the haze makes everything liquid...

This smell suddenly surrounds you...exuding from somewhere in the white light...you can see this red glaze errupting from somewhere...it has this fiery existence....reaching towards you. The orange and red such a sharp contrast to the white. But why are you thinking of this...the spreading flame cannot be right...you ought to do something...may be run..yes running seems like a good idea....yes run run....but why arn't you running...run you say to your feet run...damn it run....move....for the red comes for you. Surely this cannot be good...you cannot really move....your mind in a state of panic...alright may be shield yourself from the approaching fiery clouds...yes yes shield yourslef with your arms....yes arms rise..rise now to shield me form the impact....rise arms why wont you rise....Thud....thud...thud..thud.thud.thud.thud.thud.thud.thud......and that aweful sound....a gush of hot wind and your feet leave the ground.........