Ocean of void

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Chris ran towards the edge of the lake…

Suddenly, I wake up, sweating.

“I hate this dream. It’s such a nightmare.”

Cora turns to look at the clock on her nightstand: 3:00 AM.

She gets up, feeling the cold floor under her bare feet as she quietly makes her way downstairs. The house is silent, almost unnaturally so, as she heads to the kitchen for a glass of water.

“Again, Cora...

Javon, stop daydreaming!” his boss shouted, as he often did—especially at Javon, who always seemed to provoke him.

“Yes, boss. Sorry, boss,” Javon replied in a monotone voice, clearly uninterested. It didn’t go unnoticed.

That was Javon’s routine.

Wake up. Get ready. Go to work. Come home. Eat. Sleep. Repeat.

Like a robot.

Yet he never complained.

As if he was made to work tirelessly every day.

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