I blinked my eyes and woke up in Vegas. I decided to be a rebel, and went back to sleep.

I woke up in Vegas four thousand years into the future. I couldn’t help but notice everything looked exactly the same. The same gross air, the same ground littered with suspicious cards, and the same flying cars. Huge. Disappointment.

I fell asleep one last time, and woke up one more year into the future. Everything changed. I walked around the clean, white city admiring the flying everything, as though everything were allergic to the ground. Lookin up, I saw a dome sky, presumingly to protect the city from the atmosphere, which was now a sickly red.

I asked some people, “What’s up?”

“Oh nothing much,” they replied. “Just the moon falling.”