Floating houses

I gaze at the flock of crows passing by. Then one lands on the window sill and we compete in a staring contest. Finally I win and the bird flies away to join the others. I stare after them while they disappear into the misty clouds. I’d rather look up then down. I can’t look upon the world we destroyed. The cracked concrete, the patches of earth, the boulders, the floating streams of murky water. Then the destruction.. The floating lifeless bodies and animals that died of suffocation. Even looking side-wards is annoying. Looking at the transcending roots connected to trees just floating there. We’ve lost all gravity and oxygen in our atmosphere. We should’ve known.. We would be our own destruction. No one’s ever gone to recover the bodies. Well there’s not much time anyways. I can feel myself start to try inhale as much air as possible. With no oxygen source I am slowly dying. But i’m okay. I'm proud of myself for shoving my wife and children into the last shuttle to safety. Apparently the government has made a space station for those that are lucky. They predicted it but didn’t warn us. They were screaming for me but at least they are okay. Everything will be alright. And with a tear and a smile my lungs collapsed and my heart stopped beating. At least I died in this house that I proposed to my wife in, watched my kids grow in, i’m fine with dying in this floating paradise.