[ WP ] The sky is falling , and you are an old man

Laughter. Shrieks and cries of it, echoing in the air. Jackson stared at the sky, laughing aloud as it fell about him, stars tickling his nose, the moon reaching out to caress him. He gripped the arms of his chair and gazed up from his spot on his porch, watching the horizon melt away into darkness as each and every star fell out of the sky. 
 
 He forced himself up and hobbled into the yard. The streets were empty. They had all left long ago. 
 
 Jackson's eyes twinkled as brightly as the stars lying around him, illuminating the trim grass and beautiful flowers in his yard. The whole world looked new, sparkling, lit from below rather than above, revealing its beauty in a while new way. A piece of a star fluttered towards him, like an ember from a fire, but much more pure, emitting a blinding light. Squinting, Jackson reached out to catch it, his own piece of the universe. 
 
 The star laid in his hand, but it and everything else was becoming dimmer. The sky was completely black now, and the place he had lived his entire life was fading away. 
 
 His fingers closed over the precious star, unique and lovely. If this were death, then it was more beautiful than any moment in his life. 
 
 The sky finished crumbling, and Jackson let out a sigh of darkness as he crumbled with it.
