I have been at work since 11:30,

It has been five hours so far under the harsh fluorescent lighting,

Yet I am nowhere near the end.

Time and place no longer feel real,
All there is left is the demons in my head.

In and out, in and out,

I’ve checked everyone in and out.

There’s a weird noise,

But at this point I’m not sure if it’s real or if I made it up.

I want a snack.