I fight the urge to wake up at sunrise, to make sure the light breaks over the hills to the east. I truly and honestly fear that one day we’ll wake up to phone calls and the blare of tv's in the other room, and everyone will say the same thing, "The sun did not rise today." All around the world they will be saying this, all waiting and wondering, hoping that somewhere there is still light, but no matter how many times we circle the globe, or check CNN, or open up a newspaper, there will be no sun.
We will grow cold, and some will claim that morning is fast approaching. People will cry out to God. Begging of Him to let them feel the light one more time, but the moon will stay there. High in the sky, glowing its otherworldly glow, and we will be left wondering. We will curse, spit and mutter, wandering around under starlight. Clocks will litter the streets. The child-like rebellion of the masses looking at them as symbols of our immeasurable loss. I figure we will last maybe a week or two until we move past bewilderment and into anger and the dictators will point fingers of blame. Claiming that, "It was those people, those people that made the sun go away!" and in their desperation, people will believe them. Wars will be fought by moonlight, and we will kill ourselves off before starvation sets in.
You see, crops will die off. There will be no sunlight for them to feed on, and then, one by one, every major food source will die off. In the end, those spared during the wars will turn on the weak, hiding their shame as they eat their fellow man, thankful that the earth is one big shadow for them to hide in. Soon even the cockroaches will die off…well, relatively soon. After all of the bones have been scoured clean.
And time will forget our pitiful human race.