Tuesday should be re-named black hole day.
Any second now I'm going to open the top draw of my desk and I will find my calculator, send/recieve stamps, paper-clips, high lighters et cetera are gone. In their place will be a swirling purple vortex that will suck me into itself. I'll be falling upwards surrounded by my floating stationary and back wards ticking clocks. Trees are turning back into seeds, and all the spirits of my dead relatives and pets will be there, apart of the fabric that made the vortex. I am safe.
Stars will move past me flickering on and off - signaling something to me in morse-code-WAKE UP!
I am back at my desk.
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