The Examination

You are startled into a condition of wakefulness. The lights wink at you, and you are

horrified by the fading memories of some fleeting dream. Heart racing. Behold! Look

at our dark night, the distant day which looms like a threatening mantis, claws upright,

intending to make a meal of you and spit out the head. The mind fills with all you need

to do and can't do at this hour, this blind hour, and all the problems you wish would go

away. Calm. Calm. You are so tired. It will all look better in the morning. A place

with no fearful monsters in it, only the golden hopeful rays of the dawning day. No

private hell there, no dark dungeon of despair. At midnight you are theirs: You are

property.

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[chrysostom]

“You are horrified at our intending
to do away with private property.”