Pink Petals

The pink petals fell silently, softly around me, touching the grass witout a sound. I craned my neck and shaded my eyes to find the source of the unending beauty, but nothing appeared. It was just happening, and they were just. . . there. I lowered my arm and looked straight ahead of me, where a startlingly white picket fence hurt my eyes with its intense color. The bright blue of the sky lining my range of sight seemed unreal, too blue. A creeping chill ran up my spine even though there was no wind blowing-- no birds chirping. I furrowed my brow as I searched for the sun that provided the light, but there was nothing. Nothing but the perfect, cloudless blue.
I probably should have been frightened. I regret that I wasn't. If I had been, then maybe I would have had some senses about me. Instead, I drifted, almost floating, to the ghost-white gate. I rested my hand on top and gently pushed. The small creak breaks the eerie silence and I cross the threshold of the grass.
Then, a crash. I turn on the spot. One of the four walls of the world breaks away and smashes the fence, just barely missing me, and the bright white wood scatters at my feet. Where the perfect background once proudly stood is a giant, gaping, black hole. There is a sun there. Many suns. They shine a blinding light into my corneas. I can only vaguely make out the faintest outline of something watching me. I hear a distant groan, and a "Get her out of there."
It is over. This was the end.