The cats were slapping at his face. He opened his eyes to darkness, and told them to leave him alone because he was trying to sleep. One of them sat down and started wagging her tail into his nose He brushed his face to try to prevent the tail fur from going up his nose, but it was too late. Annoyed, he shouted at the cats to lay down and go back to sleep as it was still night.
He couldn’t get back to sleep. He couldn’t get comfortable and found that he wasn’t really tired. So he reached back onto the nightstand for his phone. He pressed the power button and entered his code into the lock screen. He almost went right past it when he noticed something odd. The time on his phone read 10:07. He looked outside of his window into the dark. He went to bed at 11.
“I wonder if there is something wrong with the cell network,” he thought to himself as he tried to reconcile the numbers on his phone verses the darkness outside.
He decided to get out of bed and go grab a water from the kitchen. As he stumbled out of his room almost tripping over one of his shoes, he figured it must have been around 3 or 4 in the morning. When he reached the kitchen, he saw the time on the microwave. 10:09.
“What?!?!” he asked himself out loud as he began to wonder if he slept until the next night. He checked the clock on the stove. 10:09.
“MEOWWWW!” said one of his cats from outside the kitchen.
He knew that whether it was 10 in the morning or 10 at night, the cats were long overdue for their food. He quickly grabbed a can and split it into their dishes and put them down. He needed to know what was going on. He needed to find out how he could have slept 23 hours. He grabbed his phone again, and checked the date.
January 23rd. That was only the next day. He wondered how it could be 10 am and so dark. It wasn’t as if he lived in Alaska. He checked his Facebook app.
Everyone was talking about the dark. There were news stories from all over the globe being shared. The sun just didn’t rise that morning. There were riots in other cities that had been in the dark the entire day. Pundits were trying to figure out what was going on, blaming Obama. The religious were saying it was the apocalypse.
He left the kitchen in a daze and walked into the living room. He sat down on the couch and put his head in his hands. He wondered what could have happened. What could be going on. Whether or not this really was the end.
Thinking about it caused him to go back through his life. To reevaluate the decisions and choices he made. To think about the events that led him to be sitting alone in a dark room, contemplating his loneliness at the end.
And then he grabbed his phone. He knew what he had to do.
“Hey. It’s me. I need to apologize for last night. That was way too petty of an argument to end what we have. Please come back, you’ve taken the sun.”