Although it’s only been 2 weeks to the day, my imprisonment feels like it has gone on for centuries. The seconds stretch themselves into hours and boredom and gloom are heavy within the house. In my cell of a domain, I glance over to the furnace vent from my nest of a bed. The continuous clang from the steam used to keep me up at night, but for the past month, no noise has breezed through its structure. I contemplate taking my tea mug and running it across the bars, hoping to awake the beasts hot breath but I know that to be silly. The scales are too intricate to produce much noise with my single tea mug. I would need hundreds, no a million! to produce the breath of the dragon.
I sigh and turn over to the window.
‘Maybe I should ask my housemates if we can turn the heat up a degree or two? It is supposed to get warmer over the next few days so maybe not’.
I glare at the window. It’s taunting me, I can tell. The sky is blue and from the single-paned glass, I can tell there’s not a cloud in the sky. The window pokes its small little tongue out at me like a small child.
“Na nah Na na nah na nah you can’t go outside” it seems to sing.
I turn back over to the door. Hoping to escape the silent hurling of insults.
‘Oh no, am I going insane?’
I shrug the thought away. I look into the beady black eye that is my doorknob. I blink. It does not. I blink again. Again, nothing from the doorknob.
“Ooooh I see how it is, you’re challenging me to a staring contest”
The doorknob, ever the enigma, refuses to answer.
A put in a few eye drops, lubing up the good ol’ googlies ooglies. This is it, what my entire life has been leading up to. The staring contest to end all staring contests.
On Your Marks. Get Set. GO!
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I lost. I barely made it past 32.89 seconds. I’m a failure. I have lost my marbles and I’m a failure. At least I have this blog post to show the doctor as my plea of insanity.
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