The sky is falling.

It was fine yesterday, in its accustomed place, stretching and curving to the horizons, filling the space above. I remember the clouds hung suspended in the atmosphere by day, stars pierced the firmament last night.

Or was that the day before? Or the one before that? I can never remember. Nothing stays the same. Not anymore.

It is definitely closer now than it was last week! I feel claustrophobic, as if the universe is pressing down on me. The world grows smaller. Even the animals sense it! Stray cats run skittish. The birds scutter about the ground, fearful to test the wrath of the approaching skies.

The people on the street pretend not to notice. They walk with their heads down and their shoulders slumped – pointedly ignoring the obvious. As if it doesn’t matter.

I walk with my eyes open and my chin raised. I see it clearly. Should I tell the others what I can see? Would they listen?

I know the answer already and keep my silence.

The world ends not with a bang, but a whimper.