Overhead

I poured out a finger of whisky, then after a moment's thought poured three more into the glass.

As I sipped my drink, I flicked through all the TV channels, each one saying the same thing, that it was too late to stop the asteroid, and it was going to hit in a few minutes.

I gulped my drink as I went to call her, but the phone lines were overloaded, I wasn't able to get through.

I grabbed the whisky bottle and drank it down, as I awaited the end.

I didn't feel the impact.

The morning after though...