End of the World

The sky was falling but I was in a hammock unable to change anything
The clouds moved closer, grew larger, began to block out the sun in its entirety
Everything became darker and the atmosphere accelerated
This was it, this was the end
I closed my burning eyes as I swung in that hammock, experiencing the end of the world
My head was swarming and swimming with regret and remorse over a life short lived
But
The nausea passed and I opened my eyes again to see the sky hanging motionless above me
Nothing was moving
Everything was moving
The world was not ending, the sky was not falling, the Earth continued to spin
The paranoia of my heightened imagination dissipated
I got out of the hammock.

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