Vorneweg: Der Text ist daraus entstanden, dass ich längere Sätze üben wollte, und ich bin mir sehr gut bewusst, dass mein Englisch nicht perfekt ist. Wer sich also nur über die schreckliche sprachliche Formulierung auslassen möchte, kann gleich wieder umdrehen. Konstruktive Kritik zu diesem und sämtlichen anderen Punkten, nehme ich aber gerne entgegen
The night was late, when he woke up. In his dream the moon had fallen on the earth and buried everything under burning shadows, just before the collision of the two planets caused a blazing implosion and the shattered fragments of the world we know fell into the all-consuming flames of the sun. In his confusion, caused by the awful terror, that had followed him out of his dream into reality, he couldn’t tell if it was sweat on his face or even tears of panic. Fluorescent lights thrown by the streetlamps before his window were shimmering on the dark-wooden floor of his bedroom, casting sharp, slender shadows, which were slightly moving in a late October wind. Like the claws of hungry demons reaching out for his pounding heart and the warm blood he tasted on his chapped lips, because in his fear he didn’t notice how bad he was chewing on them. With each new breath becoming a further struggle, he slowly sat up in his bed, folded back the blanket and took a look around. Faintly white and yellow lights were dancing on the walls like glowing fairies, the howling of the wind outside the window sounded like cries of overwhelming pain. Carefully he stood up. His hands were shaking, while he grabbed his dressing gown from the pile of clothes next to his bed, and put it on. A voice inside his head told him not to stand up, not to open the door, not to leave the room… not even his bed… his dream… But the feeling of thrashing apocalypse and the indescribable pain it brought still was circulating in his veins, spinning in his head… He needed to get out of the house, just for one moment, to take a deep breath in the cool autumn-air. But instead he turned left, away from the backyard-door and into the kitchen. His thoughts were still running wild, while he slowly lifted his hand and opened the fridge door. Cold, mechanic light sparkled out of its humming insides. His breath turned into pale, foggy clouds, as he remembered, that he had eaten the last piece of pizza yesterday.
The end