This could be a song title

Curled up across two chairs, a pat on the head, music all around, quiet inside. I dreamed.

Dust. A teardrop fell, falling from the heavens or so it seemed. As it landed a shockwave rose around it. So small it seemed. Then, a rush of perspectives, and I was the ant watching as all I owned was swept away. With a sigh I took out my umbrella, my lawn chair, and my clipboard. I began to sketch my new house. Then a gust of wind blew the board over, and sideways what I had drawn spelled out GOD. I sigh and look around. In the distance are other ants, forming a rough ring around me. One side gets closer and closer, while the other gets farther and farther away. I turned to the close side, shrugged, and gave them my clipboard and lawn chair. Then I plucked up my umbrella and stared at it for several seconds. With a gasp I plunge it through the middle of my body. The other ants quickly pull it away from me, snap off the pointy end, then plant it in the ground and lay me to rest in the shade. Just then a second tear drop falls and everything but the ants under the umbrella are washed away. We all looked at each other, shrugged, and left.