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Waiting for the end

The men in white coats came to take me away. I guess that hardware store clerk must’ve thought I was just crazy enough to be a threat to someone. If only he knew…

So here I sit, huddled in the corner of this small padded cell. Here I sit, all alone, still waiting for the world to end.

The harsh white light, encased in plastic high above me, flickers annoyingly at irregular intervals. The straight-jacket they forced me into is too tight, and it smells funny. I’m cold, and I’m hungry, and I’m tired. I’m especially tired of waiting.

I absently wish that there was some way I could speed up time, to avoid all this waiting. But even if I could somehow manage to lessen the time between now and the world’s end, how would I know? They didn’t give me a clock.

I curse myself for attempting to warn someone. I should’ve just kept what I know to myself. There is so much I haven’t done, and so very little time left in which to do it all.

But yet, fool that I am for opening my mouth, here I sit.

And wait.

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