A gayety and holiday mood surrounds the island, the young, the old and the children are having a wonderful time; swimming in the clear blue water and playing on the white coral-sanded beach or just resting under the flowing branches of a tree, taking a respite from the hot sun. This is the best holiday I ever had, that I can remember.

Buzz, buzz, buzz, what was it I was to remember? - This buzzing in my head, or are there bees around here? Maybe I had too much sun today.

Anyway, this morning we had such fun shopping. I promised that girl Cherry -such a nice person she is- to help her sew a blouse of white Silk she bought. We will do that to morrow morning. I wish my family was here to enjoy this lovely place.

Buzz, buzz, buzz, there are dead bodies everywhere, so many bodies, so many dead. Buzz, buzz.

What a strange picture in my head, for a minute it felt like I was somewhere else. I really did get too much sun today and I always did like cloudy days better. I come from a northern climate with lots of cloudy days and cold winters, but I like that type of climate. Home, when am I going home? I do not seem to remember.

Buzz, buzz, buzz, my burn-out home -most of the city is gone. Why did I live? Buzz, buzz.

My hypnosis is failing, the buzzing and the intruding glimpses of reality were the signs of my failing hypnosis. As I came to full awareness, I found my self walking a ladder surrounded my smiling faces, my new friends excited over going on a trip. I continued walking up the ladder with tears streaming down my face. A tall man put one arm around my shoulders and said; "don't cry young lady, you will be back for another holiday." I could only nod least my voice betray me.
The line of people -to me not a very long line- continued up the ladder and to into the Spaceship, we were going off planet. I can hear them laughing and talking all around me, their hypnosis is holding.
The light is dimming, the sun is going down. Through the edges of my eyes I can see the sun illuminating the burnt-out forest surrounding the Camp-the Evacuation Camp. My beloved trees are black empty hulks, their branches like bare bony fingers reaching into a deep blue sky. The beauty of the contrasting colors reinforces the aching hurt and emptiness in my heart.
I climb the last steps and enter into the ship. My tears still streaming down my face, I cannot stop crying. Through my water filled eyes, I see tall pale Aliens -he/she/it- looking like humans with their skeletons on the outside. One of them senses my hypnosis is gone, and while kindly padding my hands, helping me to my seat and strapped me in.
Why am I still crying? Not for the billions that died, nor for my family. Those tears have long since dried up. My tears are for the things, all the living things that never had a voice or a choice in their own death. My tears are for a dead planet - My Planet.