I watched the light, just one of six, on my router blinking. It meant that my internet was working, feeding my machine with digitized data, my machine feeding me. I watched it blink, blink, blink-blink, blink.

It was on the floor, on the right side of my desk, wouldn't see it at all unless I rolled away from the desk and looked down, blink, blink-blink.

It was right then that the meteor struck. I felt the building shake, the balcony doors rattled. I covered my ears and ducked down low to protect myself from the BOOM and SCREAM of destruction.

I uncovered my ears and opened my eyes. I sat up and rolled back into position at the machine which I was surprised was still working, but I didn't figure it would be working for long so I typed fast, faster, and faster to finish the story before... before the end came.

After the sun rose and sunlight filled the room again, I knew that it was time for breakfast.