I’ll see you in the morning

Each and every day, I live just to die. I'm always finding myself waking up in a cold sweat from the nightmarish death I'd experienced just yesterday. I know you probably think I'm just exaggerating my depression but that's not the case. I live in a world that continuely starts each day over again the moment I die.

Why? I'm not quite sure.

All I know is that every person in this town is my enemy, and they're all waiting for their own moment to kill me. Someday I'll have been killed by each and every one of them. Even my mother. She set this horrid thing into motion.

Every morning as I wake up from the day before, I have to rush out my window because I know if I don't, I'll be strangled to death right then and there by my mother's own hands. But as I run out onto the sidewalk to escape greeting my mother's tight grip, I must watch for my neighbor's car who will attempt to run me over. All the while, an eldery woman cutting hedges will pretend to reach out too far in order to snip off my head.

My mornings have become routine. Simply dodging and running, but as it turns to night, I ready my senses. So far I haven't made it past 7:33 p.m in this town.

I've tried running away. My first attempt was by a rental car which blew up the moment I started its engine. My second and third were by foot, which both ended in me fainting just before reaching the highway.

When I wake up in my bed on the beginning of cycle, I wish that I had really died. I can't even remember the day before. Had this town ever been kind to me? Even once?

I don't know what I'll find when I reach tomorrow but I hope it's better than today. That is all I can hope for.

I know this recording won't be here when this day starts back up again, but here's hoping.

I'll see you in the morning.

-end recording 7:33 p.m.