Sarah Woke Up
by josh nasser
Sarah woke up.
She got out of bed.
Brushed her teeth.
Poured herself a bowl of cereal.
Went to work at the restaurant next door.
Got off work, went home and went to bed.
And she did this the next day.
And the next day.
And the next day.
“What am I doing?” She pondered. Perhaps there was more to life than this. Perhaps there isn’t.
Perhaps this is all she was meant to do. Do all of this until she dies.
“Did I ever have dreams?” She thinks.
No.
No.
No.
No.
No.
“I have nothing. Nothing but a lingering fear that this is all there is. Maybe I should do something
different.”
So...
Sarah woke up the next morning.
She got out of bed.
Brushed her teeth.
Poured herself a bowl of cereal.
Walked toward the door and stopped.
She stopped….
“Maybe it’s best for me to take a day off.”
She called in sick.
Then sat down.
She sat.
And sat.
And sat.
This felt nice.
It felt nice to do something different. It felt nice to feel different. She went to the bathroom. She
starred in the mirror and smiled.
“I look happy” she said. Perhaps she had just been overworking herself.
A day off felt nice.
A day off felt nice.
A day off felt….
Nice.
And yet.
That’s all it was. It was one day. Soon she would have to go back to work.
She couldn’t quit her job she had bills to pay.
She couldn’t quit his job because she was scared she wouldn’t find another. She couldn’t stop
for one second and do whatever she wanted to do. She looked up at the ceiling.
And she cried.
She cried and she cried and she cried.
Then she laughed. She laughed and laughed and laughed to herself.
Her laughing turned into screaming.
She screamed and screamed and screamed and screamed.
Drool came out of her mouth.
She banged her head against the mirror.
She did it again.
And again.
And again.
Her head was covered in blood.
DING DONG.
Someone at the door.
She stopped and tried to compose herself.
Wiped her face mostly clear.
DING DONG.
She walked to the door.
A man stood at the door.
“Hey, just wanted to check if everything was alrig- oh my god! Your head, are you ok??” he said.
She looked at him embarrassed. “Yes yes I’m ok.” she said.
“Why were you screaming? Did someone hurt you?” he said.
“”No no, I’m sorry, I guess I’ve just been a little stressed.” she said.
“Why what’s wrong?” the man said.
“I just...I’ve been living the same life for as long as I can remember. Every day is the same exact
thing. I call off sick one day and finally enjoy myself until I realize I have to keep reliving the
same day all over again tomorrow and the next day and the next day and the next day and the
next day and I just want it to stop. I just wanted it to stop and I feel insane and I’m sorry for
burdening you with all of this but I just can’t take it anymore. It feels like I’m living in hell!”
The man stared at her.
He smiled.
“Good.” The man said.
“Good?” The woman said.
The man laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
Horns slowly started to grow out of his head.
The woman looked at him in horror.
He stopped laughing and grinned a devilish grin.
He snapped his fingers.
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Sarah woke up.
She got out of bed.
Brushed her teeth.
Poured herself a bowl of cereal.
Went to work at the restaurant next door.
Got off work, went home and went to bed.
And she did this the next day.
And the next day.
And the next day.