I dream of disaster.
Every night I have dreamed of disaster, global, catastrophic, unavoidable. Invariably, the military is deployed, but even from my puny vantage point on the ground, I can see that it will be futile. The people escaping with belongings stuffed into cars is also futile. Destruction will be complete.
I wake to my alarm's soft chimes, increasing in volume if I ignore the call to the waking world. It is hard to wake, and I struggle to the surface, still tired.
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