[ WP ] The first diary entry of a person who has been accidentally forgotten and left on Earth when everyone else has ascended to a higher plane .

As far as I can tell, I am completely alone. It has been one week since I have seen another person or even an animal. At first the silence was a gift, then a slow companion, and now a guest wearing out his welcome. Or, perhaps I'm the guest, disturbing my invisible host by singing and humming as I walk the city. I ca n't say with any certainty what happened to everyone, the one man I saw vanish cried out in ecstasy about a marvelous door opening above him just before he disappeared. No door has presented itself to me. 
 
 I wander during the day, pretending to be an adventurer from one of the books I've read. Even familiar spaces are new tinted in solitude. I carry a knife and pistol, to defend myself from the nothing that follows me on my adventures. 
 
 I have food, water, and cigarettes aplenty. In a way it is what I always wanted. My time is my own, I am free, but at a lonely price.
