the day after

I awaken suddenly. It takes me sometime to realise where I am. People searching the wreckage for signs of survivors. I barely can see three feet ahead of me. The dust! Is everywhere, like a dense fog.

It was suppose to be another ordinary Tuesday, but no...

I take off the money and drop my wallet among the wreck, with my security card and my drive license inside, the photo of my wife and the children... I strip the dust from my clothes the better I can, and walk firmly, towards my life, again! But now I'll do differently, oh I will! And tomorrow... everything is gonna be alright.