Just, only

In my memory I do not remember Katong to look anything like this. Before my eyes there were no buildings more than two levels high which made the expanse of the grey sky measureless, immortal. The sun was absent and the streets were wet. I could hear the sound of waves very clearly. Then, from just dampness, it rose to an inch, then two inches, and it kept rising. It cascaded horizontally exponentially quicker than it did vertically. The water was up to my shin. I ran a few steps towards my car, then stopped and ran off in the opposite direction when I saw the few cars in the otherwise empty lot drifting with the waves.
There was no one around. It seemed like the lack of people made the terror over all less immense. It was just me and the terror within in desolate Katong. I stopped running and let the waves take me. All over they threw me. There was a lot of sand stirred in the water. It was dark and silent for a long time before I heard a rhythm of heavy boots and oscillating fans. I opened my eyes and realized I was dreaming. Back in the army barracks, back in the real. The footsteps came from a new enlistee, and he looked at me nervously. I stacked a pillow on top of another and placed it behind my head. I shook his hand, then fell back and closed my eyes and thought about the apocalyptic vision that I had for a moment.
I looked out of the windows to the trees that line the main road running through camp. From across the road they stretch out their branches high in the air leaning and straining towards one another like divided, disconnected, distant lovers not meant to be together despite what they think. I thought of men on a rusty steam ship departing port stretching out their farewells, hearts, and hands from the decks waving to the ladies who will await them. Under the intertwined branches platoons and battalions of the force marched.
I put my clothes on and headed out into this world to continue sinning against God and sinning against Man.