Day 363

As you sat on your bed fog began to seep in through the open window.
The room grew colder and colder, ice formed on the window frame and it wouldn't close.
No amount of pulling would help as the fog began to rise.
You tried your bedroom door only to find it frozen shut as well.

The thick mist was so cold it burned you, the only option was to sit on your bed and wait.
It just kept rising, almost at the level of your bed frame.
You stood on tiptoe, trying to avoid the mist as long as possible but god your legs burned.
As it rose over the ledge of your bed your legs gave way, too sore to hold you up any longer.

It didn't feel cold any more, or were you too numb to feel it?
The white haze  slithered over your lap and began to rise in small spires and coils.
Before your eyes it formed a miniature cityscape, squinting you saw cars on the roads!
As you ran your hands along the mirage the"buildings" fell down in such a realistic way.

You could almost hear the frightened people screaming, the tiny cars swerved and crashed.
It filled you with childish glee to destroy this tiny cloud-like city.
Once you had obliterated the fog city it began to seep out of your room.
Everything went back to its original unfrozen state.

After firmly shutting the window you went downstairs to tell your room-mate about it.
They'd never believe you but it made for an interesting story nonetheless.
You called out but they didn't answer, staring with horror at the news channel.
The broadcasters were talking about the catastrophic destruction occurring globally.

Across the world cities were being totalled by unknown forces.
Buildings were thrown, crushed, knocked down and even vanished altogether.
There were never any survivors but reports of heavy mist before the strikes began to filter in.
You prayed that nothing led them to you and when the mist came for you again you sat and wept.