Each Moment's Like a Year

Looked around my apartment for any sort of clues as to what's been happening these past few years. Nothing conclusive, just some clothes I don't remember buying and the aforementioned pills. That I knew without a shadow of a doubt that they were painkillers could be significant.

While I looked, though, I couldn't help but notice the silence in the world around me. No sounds came from outside. Once I noticed it, I couldn't get it out of my head. Just quiet, oppressive quiet, as far as the ear could hear.

Before long I started idly gazing out the window, looking for any signs of life in the world outside. There were none. The street under the grey winter sky was completely empty. It was as if I were the only person to have ever existed. Couldn't help but back away from the window and drop to my knees, head in my hands as the world seemed to grow blurrier and blurrier with each passing second.