Sam opened her eyes to nothing The nothing was pitch black, without form, and it was void as was the earth predawn to creation.  Funny that she should think of the earth’s creation on the day of its destruction.  The irony did not escape her. Finally, her eyes began to acclimate to the darkness, and…

Good Morning Love… Drinking from a cup you gave me. An angry bluebird stares back. I think he’s pissed about the coffee Because I drink and he doth lack. A funny little fellow is he. All poofed up like Donald Duck. I can’t but help to slap my knee, and laugh at his poor luck.