Wrong and Undone

The madness has begun. The world is coming to an end. I look around seeing nothing but fire, destructions, and death. I walk towards a shrivled, stasis body; I analyze it from top to bottom. I reach into its wallet and look for a license. I look back at the corpse and I realize who it is: my father. His face, full of wrinkles, and his bloody beard made him unrecognizable to me. I put my hand on his chest, close my eyes, and wait. A few minutes go by and I get a weak pulse. He slowly opens his eyes and we make eye contact; he didn't recognize me, he didn't see his little girl. I gradually get up with disappointment and walked away with no regret, no worry, no pain. I stopped, turned around, and I see nothing. Apparently it was only an illusion.