average day
Over the past week, the Doctors begin examining and observing your every movements. Some days, a Racoon jumps through the open window and begins maliciously scratching at your face, other times, the bed collapses for no reason at all. You begin to feel there is no meaning to life. You begin to ponder the meaning of your own existance, pinpointing why you even continue to exist, and live through your days of torturous moments and days. If there is a God, then..why does your life have so little meaning, is the being you call 'God' simply a psychological illusion invented by men with no ability to oversee the way the world truly is? Is reality just a false room with blank doors that lead to the events that seemingly have no effect on the world today?
The tests have finished, and your results finally come in, not that you ever doubted they existed in the first place, why the hell do you need a test anyway?
"Your case of SES is rather exceptional, we've never encountered such a persistent disease in all our lives. Yesterday, a piano barely missed your head, you're incredibly lucky to even be here right now, you should be grateful!" He says, seemingly proud of his efforts.
"Your case, I'm afraid. Is very severe. You may encounter near-death experiences..AIDS. But all-in-all, you're fine...." He says calmly.
"..For now." He adds slowly, as if attempting to sound sinister.
The tests have finished, and your results finally come in, not that you ever doubted they existed in the first place, why the hell do you need a test anyway?
"Your case of SES is rather exceptional, we've never encountered such a persistent disease in all our lives. Yesterday, a piano barely missed your head, you're incredibly lucky to even be here right now, you should be grateful!" He says, seemingly proud of his efforts.
"Your case, I'm afraid. Is very severe. You may encounter near-death experiences..AIDS. But all-in-all, you're fine...." He says calmly.
"..For now." He adds slowly, as if attempting to sound sinister.