Donna Seymour

OUR WORLD

DOOMSDAY Essay OUR WORLD He opened his eyes slowly. It was hard to tell day or night anymore. The quiver of grey light forcing itself through the small rain hole above him is all he could count on as an alarm. The cold thick air violated his living space. Five shelves stored his freeze -dried meals, his means of survival. The old farm sink in the corner held two urns of drinking water. The faucet would run cool water for what could be an hour every day, he wasn’t sure but it was enough to freshen up the last 4 days. The toilet thankfully was screened off. Every time he used it he was wondering where it went. It wasn’t that important any way. How he made it and survived, he still couldn’t clearly remember. All he wanted to remember was being at school with his friends, having fun like a normal twelve year old should be doing. His Mom. He could smell her still, every time he woke up, even when he slept. His dreams were sometimes so real and pleasant. They were all he had left of his memories. The trips to grandma’s in the summertime at the coast. The beaches, being out on the water and the salty spray on his face, the taste of the ocean on his lips. The beautiful warm rays of sunlight sweeping his skin. He missed it, he missed her, so much. When he was younger and would complain about being out on the boat for hours. “Its too hot, can we go in now?” The way she would always place her hands on either cheek, look into his eyes and say, “ Lets enjoy what we have today, all the beautiful sunshine, cool air. We’ll go in soon sweetie” The heart shaped locket would swing into his chin when she kissed his cheek. She always wore it.