(I also posted this on my backup account, ThatSunnyLife.
It was for a school assignment).
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The End of The World
By: Sunny
White. The sky is white.
A blank canvas, sitting on a new and sturdy easel.
It is nothing, and yet everything.
"Baa aah," went a flying sheep.
"Good day to you too, good sir!" says one of the ducks, tipping his top hat with a yellow-feathered wing towards the fluffy animal.
I lay sprawled on the ground, staring into the cloudless yet oddly colourless sky. The grass feels rough against my back. A cool breeze lifts a strand of brown hair off my face.
I lazily watch a herd of sheep effortlessly soar over me. Brilliant coats of purple, blue and pink wool make them look like a field of cotton candy. Everything around me screams of commotion and brilliant reverie, and yet I feel at peace.
I feel like I'm supposed to be doing something. Something important.
Nah. Probably nothing.
"Excuse me! Miss!"
I sit up. I am met with the face of a proper-looking duck: a black top-hat perched on his head and a monocle over one of his beady eyes. "Yeah?"
"Did you find the pizza was good?" the duck asks.
"What pizza?"
"Oh my!" The duck lets out a squeak similar to a mouse. "It was supposed to be delivered by now!"
I gasp, horror striking at my heart. No pizza? A catastrophe! "What do you think happened?
"Perhaps the delivery spider got lost," the fancy duck supplies. "You know how some of them are... They get frightened too easily."
I nod. "I hope he's alright."
"I'm sure he is, miss."
My brows furrow. "Will I still get pizza?" I ask urgently.
"BEEEEP!" the duck replies.
"Pardon?"
The duck coughed. "I'm sorry, miss. Lately, I've had a bit of a sore throat— BEEEEP!!"
I frown. Wait—
*-*-*-*
My eyes flutter open.
I blink. Once. Twice.
The hazy glow of the world starts to come into focus. My still limbs are warm and gooey as if being held by some unseen force. A moment of pure bliss passes over me like a wave.
My mind is tranquil; I barely remember my name.
Everything is perfect.
Until—
"BEEEEEEEEP!!"
The calm rippling wave suddenly turned into a humongous tidal wave, sweeping me off the beach and under the water as a flash of panic ran through me.
My half-opened eyes wearily tried their best to widen in shock. My left hand twitched.
What time is it?
How long was I sleeping?
I want to crane my neck to look at the blaring and blatantly rude alarm clock to check the time, but my body screams in protest.
