As people across the globe awoke to find a new world facing them, Tim bolted upright in his bed, nearly slamming his face against a low-lying part of the ceiling. His breath caught in his throat as he heard the sound of a whistling teakettle, mistaking it for that of the flying death he had just witnessed in his dream.
He ran his hands through his hair as the sound of his cell phone vibrating against loose change in his pocket startled him. Crossing the room, he removed his phone and opened it, finding a reminder that he had set early the previous afternoon; it said simply, “Fishing w/ Dad.”
Drawing the curtain aside, he saw that darkness still dominated the sky. Yawning and curious of the hour, he went to clear the alarm so that he could view the time, but instead saw...
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