Last time I checked, the my house was not on fire. This proved not to be the case this time. I watched in shock and awe at the amount of effort being put into to keep this house from lighting the surrounding woods ablaze. I slowly approached the house as the fire brigade around me worked tirelessly to put out the flames. I felt the heat of the home grow as I approached, stepping on charred grass. A small speck of ash tumbled down onto my shirt, where it burned a small hole in my right shoulder. More followed behind, as I stood there. The top half of my shirt burnt away, and it fell off behind me.
As the heat slowly became unbearable, I turned around. I saw the flashing lights. I saw people I had deliberately shut myself away from. I saw hard labourers, who wanted nothing more than to do their duty. I saw people yelling. I saw wood come down around me. The blaze was engulfing it all.
I proceeded to the living room. I sat down on the couch, and picked up a book that I had just begun reading. I rested my head on the cushions, and prepared for an eternal sleep.
