The Day After Christmas
A continuation of sorts of "The Visit".
At around 7a.m.in the morning, an alarm sounds that does stir me awake. I open my eyes to an all too familiar ceiling, one that does make me smile, reminding me of where I am, and whom I am with.
Not the desolate feeling I'd always had when I was younger, almost seven years younger. At a time that the world ended and nothing was on this planet but plants and a gooey red substance that was... what was left of the human race.