[ WP ] It 's the end of the world , and I feel fine .

The power had gone out with a click. The whirring of the running refrigerator slowed to a stop. The apartment was nearly black aside from the faint glow of moon light that peered in from behind the living room blinds. Henry approached them and separated two with his fingers to get a look out from his second story unit. 
 
 Below, nothing stirred. The lamps that lit the paths between the buildings were off so that he had never seen his complex darker. In the building across from his, he could see some blinds moving as he guessed others, too, were trying to gauge the danger. 
 
 He was glad not to be living in a city; the news had shown the rioting in Baltimore. Shadowed figures throwing bricks in front of burning cars and knocked-out windows. From the images he had seen, the whole city appeared to be on fire. 
 
 He imagined it was probably quite noisy. 
 
 But here in the suburbs, even the pillars of smoke rising from the city were invisible. Occasionally, a car horn would blare or an alarm would go off, but it would n't last. 
 
 None of it would. 
 
 Henry sat down on his black leather couch and stared across the treated hardwood floor at a blank TV screen. If it was all going to end, Henry decided, he'd rather end doing the thing he always felt most comfortable doing. 
 
 With his eyes locked on the black TV screen, he imagined all the shows he'd watched. He waited for the end. 
 
 It came. 
 
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 EDIT: Typos galore.
