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Prompt: “You’re running out of time.”


“You’re running out of time.”

I force my eyes open. My eyelids are heavy. It’s a struggle. The clock on the wall is broken. The windows are solid black. There are no doors, but I must’ve come in through the entrance. I let my eyes close again.

“You’re running out of time.”

I groan, and open my eyes again. “I know,” I mutter. “You keep saying that.”

The mirror on the wall glimmers, warping my reflection just slightly. I try to smile, but my reflection doesn’t. I can’t tell if the mirror’s broken or I am.

“Just tell me how to get out. Please.”

There’s no response. The silence is suffocating.

I let out a sound that could be a whimper, surprising myself. My body seems to be acting of its own accord now. I can’t tell if it’s the desperation or the room. My eyelids flutter closed.

“You’re running out of time.”

The voice comes more urgently this time, and something about that strikes me as funny. I start laughing, and then I can’t stop. Tears stream down my face as my chest shakes with a fit of giggles. I hear tapping on the wall, like a furious knocking.

“Whoever you are, you better hurry!” I laugh. “I’m running out of time!”

The knocking grows more frantic, but as my laughter finally stops, a wave of exhaustion crashes over me.

“I’m just…. I’m just so…. tired….” I mumble, the words slurring together.

An sound like an alarm goes off in my mind, but I can barely keep myself upright. My head tilts to the side and I have to force it back up, every inch a fight. My shoulders feel like there are weights attached to them. Who knows, maybe there are.

I chuckle. Weights. Weeeiiiights.

“You’re running out of time.”

If voice were fonts, this one would be bold! Footsteps on the door that isn’t a door, but I can’t hear them anymore. Footsteps on a door, how stupid. Footsteps belong on a floor. But if they belonged on a door, this door would be poor, because it isn’t a door. At least, not anymore.

I think I’m laughing still. The alarm in my head is drowning everything else out.

My eyelids are so heavy.

I just want to sleep.

I just want to sleep, please.

“You’re running out of time.”

“You’re running out of time.”

“You’re running out of-“

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