When I woke up, it was around 6 AM. The light was shining on Pompeii.
It was a fine morning. I was still tired and wanted to sleep again, but something seemed strange.
I thought the whole 'destroying Pompeii' thing was over, but something told me it wasn't. I was right too.
After a couple of minutes of waiting, a large cloud of ash or smoke or something flew over Pompeii. It was moving pretty fast, so I decided now would be a great time to run.
I looked back one last time at Pompeii.
