User:The Woodburninator/Sleep Deprivation

So it ends. Not with an explosion, but with a nuclear explosion. And there was nothing we could do. Terrorists had planted a bomb in the last place in our room we would have expected: The Alarm Clock. No more annoying beeps, no more snoozing. All there is now is time, and we were out of it. Excuse us, there are two things now: Time and a nuclear bomb. And us. And we seem to lose the fights to both of those things quite often. And there was a bomb. However much time is left is too little. So much to do, so little time. Or would it be more accurate to say, so no time. For all we know, we are already dead. No, wait. We have fingers. Not dead after all. But soon. Soon we will be naught but shadows. And dead. We would be dead.

And I am.

I am.