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I wish I would wake up.
Is this a dream?
The pinching doesn’t work.
When will my eyes open?
Who is to blame?
This has never happened before?
Why now?
Why so close to the end?
Why so far from the beginning?
My heart is racing.
Everyone else has their task completed.

This Task.
This Dream.
This Nightmare.

I want to wake up.
The master says I’m doing terribly.
He says it’s cliché.
I have started all over.
From the beginning.
Trying to please him.
So I can wake up.
He leaves me now.
I am alone.
Trying to quicken the pace.
My heart rate does the same.
I feel so ashamed.
No not know how to wake up.
This Task.
This Dream.
This Nightmare.

I’m halfway done.
I wish I knew how the other’s had done it.
I’m I really going slow?
Will the master be pleased?
How much longer?
He hasn’t returned but I can feel his disappointment down my neck.
It shivers down my spine,
Hitting my bladder as it goes.
Can you go to the bathroom in dream?
In a nightmare?
I hold it,
Hoping that if I finish this task I can wake up.
If I could just finish.
This Task.
This Dream.
This Nightmare.

Darkness is surrounding me.
I have a bad feeling.
This was never supposed to happen.
I was a good girl.
Why am I being punished?
But I should have known.
There would come a time when I would fall.
Down the crack.
To where all bad people go,
Who don’t listen to their masters.
I hope he likes how hard I’ve tried.
I hope the disappointment has faded.
Now that the Task is complete.
This Task.
This Dream.
This Nightmare.

The darkness is fading.
The task is done.
The edges are fuzzy.
The master will be pleased.
Or I hope.
He is returning.
He scrounges around my job.
A hard sigh comes out of his mouth.
My heart rate picks up again at the thought,
Of never waking up.
He points to the door.
And hands me a pass.
For my eyes to open,