Futher Up and Futher In

[floraquine]

My eyes blink open so prove a yellow sky, in somewhat of a haze I climb out of bed to look out at my window to see the most unpleasant sky. I go into the kicten to prepare my cat's food, the air is bitter and wind tosses about smoke and ash. My cat desperately wants to come inside out of the deathly atmosphere. Not a bird singing in the sky, only distant emergency vehicles. It's one of those days when you feel the end coming.
I am not sure if it's just the atmosphere or if it's the fact I just finished reading The Last Battle by C.S. Lewis. Whatever brings on this feeling of doom, it gives me the creeps.