After a long night celebrating my birthday Kyra (a friend since grade school) threw for me in a downtown pub. It was wild, and I had never been so drunk in my life. There was karaoke, dancing, and the drinks just kept coming with many of my friends waiting in line to buy me drinks. It was one of the best night of my life.
Now, awaken by the thunder which sounded like a meteor fell to earth, and lightning flashing through the window of my room I rose out of bed it a sudden pang of hunger. Putting on my robe I walked toward the small kitchen to make a quick grill cheese sandwich and gulped it down with little effort. Just then the phone rang, and I heard a panicked female voice at the other end of the line. It was Kyra. She was always the dramatic one. Once, she called me in the middle of the night saying her she heard her dead mother’s voice whispering to her, “Come to me. We can be together always.” I would just reply, “I’m sure it was just a dream, Kyra. It’s nothing to worry about, now go back to sleep.”
Anyway, I listened in to what she was saying about the sky falling, or something of the sort. She was just panicking and being all dramatic, ‘thinking to myself.’ So, as usual I had to calm her down. I told her to take deep breaths, and make herself some chamomile tea. It had taken awhile, when she finally calmed down. We chatted for about half hour on the phone, before we said our goodbyes.
I then turned on the television to see if there was anything interesting, and changed channel after channels until I came to the news. Even they were blubbering something about the sky falling, and I thought, ‘What nonsense. The sky is not falling. What on earth are they talking about? Is everyone going mad? Am I the only normal one here in this gigantic world who is not going mad? I thought to myself. I changed the channel since I did not want to hear such a ridiculous news. I kept changing until I found something worth watching, but still there was nothing. It was as if the news were on every channel. Then it came to me, ‘if all the channels have this ridiculous story, what if it is true? The thunder and lightning is still going on, so could that be a sign of it falling? I wondered, as I frantically rushed to the window, and noticed the sky appeared lowered than normal. ‘Oh my god, it is true. It really is falling. Could last night be my last birthday? Am I going to die at 25 years old, but I’m too young to die.’ At that moment I was on the line with Kyra.
“Kyra, you are right. The sky is falling.”
“I told you, didn’t I?”
“Yes, sorry I didn’t listen. Please, forgive me.”
“I do. I’m just glad you don’t think I’m crazy.”
“I don’t....... at least not anymore.”
“Oh thanks. Anyway, is it alright if I drive over? I don’t want to be alone.”
“Sure, of course. By all means, I don’t want to be alone either.”
“Great, I’ll be there in ten.”
“Okay then, I will see you soon.”
Then I thought, what if the sky crushes her in the car on the way over? I glanced outside again to see if the sky was any closer than it was five minutes ago. It seemed to have stayed the same, last I checked. While I waited for arrival, I decided to read Bridget Jones Diary, but kept the t.v. on just in case anything changes, and I find out the sky is not falling after all, and it seemed closer than usual was just my imagination because of hearing the 'sky is falling.' That maybe, someone had made a dreadful mistake.
Texte: Indira Nankoosingh
Lektorat: Indira Nankoosingh
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 28.05.2016
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