Honestly.

A short story.

The earth shook beneath his feet giving way as fissures opened up, bellowing steam and exposing the earth’s molten core. Creatures hidden away, just out of reach to humanity, beneath the earth’s crust dug their claws into the fragile surface, breathing fire and spitting destruction. In the distance, mountains crumbled as the world collapsed all around him. The very floor he stood on gave way to the devastation.

And yet, all he could do was stare off into the distance and wonder about the significance of the phrase “It’s the bee’s knees.” “Do bees have knees? If they do what’s so cool about them? Knees aren’t particularly cool are they? Do bees think knees are cool? Maybe knees are popular in bee society… bee society? I must be going mad. Of all the things to be thinking about at a time like this…”
Then he had to wonder, what should he be thinking about in a time like this? His house? His dog? His bills? All gone and subjectively unimportant in the current situation. Maybe escape? To what? That other crumbling rock? He realized in that moment that all he’s ever worried about in life -everything-was a complete waste of time. Why was he so worried about that promotion? Would it have mattered if he had gotten it? He’d still be in the same position. The world was collapsing. Would it have stopped if he was CEO?

All these thoughts buzzed around his head like an angry bee -with particularly nice knees- in a matter of seconds as the world consumed him in a whirl of chaos and fire. Which, of course, happened to be a rather lucid and poorly constructed dream, brought together by his rather inferior human brain and his terribly active imagination.