I am on a balcony of what seems to be a penthouse apartment. I don’t recognize the city. It feels like New York. I must be up 100 stories.
I look around and notice the luxury, furniture, statues, marble floors. This place is incredible. It feels mine. I feel secure. I feel accomplished. A sense of ease comes to me.
I am alone.
I walk to the other side of the apartment and step onto the balcony. I see clouds. I see the ocean.
A storm is brewing. A big storm. I must go and warn my friend. He is in the lobby with his bride. He is in grave danger.
I walk down to the lobby. It is tremendous. I see people running and screaming. They too know the storm is coming.
I see my dear friend. He is calm. He is sitting with his bride. They’re holding a newborn. They’re happy.
I yell at him, “the storm is coming, the big wave is coming, I see it, run, save yourself, please.”
He does not hear me. He continues to stare at his newborn with pride. I can’t see the baby’s face. I am far.
I look out the lobby door and see the wave.
I decide to run back to my place for safety. I realize I am about to die.
I am back on my balcony. The wave is high. I see the water. I feel it hit the building. I fall to my knees. I hold onto the rails with fear.
The water comes to the balcony line. It does not come to the top. The wave stops. It starts to recede.
I realize all is gone below me. Everyone must be dead. My dear friend. I miss him already. He is like my brother. He, his bride, his newborn, gone with everyone else.
I begin to cry. I can’t stop. The loss is too much. “Why did I survive?” I ask myself. “Why me? I don’t feel worthy.”
I decide to walk down the lobby. The water has destroyed all. I smell the ocean. I feel empty.
There is silence.
I hear the water receding and taking back all it has claimed.
I walk outside. The sun is out. I feel its warmth. I am the first out. Then others begin to step out from their shelters. Everyone is in awe. Nobody talks to one another.
I see a bright door. Just a door. An opening. An exit.
Everyone lines up and starts walking towards it and through it. I don’t know what’s behind it.
I decide to get in line. As the line gets shorter, I feel peace inside. I realize the other side of that door is precisely what it is. It is the end. I accept it.
I am fourth in line. I am second. My turn is up.