[ WP ] The world is ending , but only because you are part of a tangent that now does not happen . You describe your last thoughts as this reality collapses on itself .

I'm staring out the window. The view is serene, as always. Five minutes before the bell rings in my foreign language class, I've made it my daily ritual to just stare out at the beautiful world I'm about to rejoin. The world outside of school. The bonus is that today is particularly beautiful. 
 
 I can see parents lined up in their cars outside, ready to pick up their children. Some kids already rush outside, let out early by teachers ready to start their evenings. I'm not sure if I'm in a rush. I like to breathe in these final moments. Sometimes I imagine this is n't the end of class, and wonder how much I'd actually be bothered by it. 
 
 The light flickers off. 
 
 What? 
 
 Wait, what? 
 
 It's nighttime? Had I been daydreaming this long? Startled from my thoughts, my head turns to the front of the classroom. The teacher is staring out the window. 
 
 My classmates yell something, but I choose not to process it. I'm in shock. I know I am, because I hear nothing but my heartbeat pulsing. Right? This has to be shock. I'm still breathing. I think. 
 
 Or am I? What the hell? 
 
 The desks have begun rising from the floor. The classroom is still lit, somehow. The room is serene. The students have lifted from the ground. Our teacher is staring at me, at everyone, his hand still curled around a piece of chalk as he tries to continue writing. The force of the chalk against the board pushes him outward, toward the rest of the class. 
 
 This is the end. I am not terrified. I do not comprehend my present circumstances. There is no gravity. There is no sun. There is no me. 
 
 `` Tailor?'' Mr. Reinhardt taps the chalkboard with his hand, indicating the empty space. `` Perhaps you can answer the question so that the rest of the class may leave.'' 
 
 My body shudders from the impact of his words. Relief washes over me. I ca n't explain why, but I'm relieved to find my feet planted firmly on the ground.
