I sat there perfectly still. The minding numbing nature of this place was certainly going to be the death of me. As much work as possible is thrown at us and yet little to no reward or incentive besides keeping our job is what we have to go by. I can't stand this life yet I am forced to endure it. While I could find work elsewhere it would not have the same financial impact as my current one does, so here I remain. To make matters worse, people quitting or getting sick and calling off are at an all time high and it is exhausting those of us who are still working. The managers have given us small bonuses for showing up or picking up some extra overtime. Can't complain if I get more money.

If only something could happen that would make things change though.

I lean back in the quiet breakroom, the bland white walls leaving much to be desired. There are numerous tables and the room is spacious yet I am here alone. It is an odd feeling. The sun is beginning to set a bit earlier than I thought it would as I look outside as the light dims. I turn my attention to the clock as it reads just after four in the afternoon. Perhaps a storm is coming or something. I haven't bothered to check the weather. 

I drink some of my water and eat another few bites of my lackluster sandwich. A headache was beginning to set in and I immediately felt a bit worried. I don't really get headaches and this is one of the first symptoms a lot of the recent call offs have had. I try to push it from my mind and close my eyes, taking in a few deep breaths. I opened my eyes and without warning the lights went out and I felt extraordinarily heavy. 

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What?!

I could begin to hear some crashing and without a single second of warning the windows blew out, the roof started to cave in, and I fell from my chair from the pressure. Was this an earthquake?! I had never heard of this happening here. My headache got worse and worse and was a full blown migraine now that was crippling me. I couldn't see and my hearing felt muffled as the building continued to tremble. 

No warning and here I die. I spent all of my life working and trying to pay off a debt I had no way to paying. I spent my life saving money to only lose it. I cashed in vacation hours for extra money in my paycheck and now all that time is for naught. Am I truly going to die here? Is this how my life comes to a close? If only there could be a way to have changed things, to have had a better life, to be someone else and matter.

If only the universe worked like that. No instead here I collapse in my grave at a job I knew would be the death of me.

My life is as fleeting as the stars are numerous in the sky. To be a star, shining so brightly in the vast nothingness of space. To be that beacon...

That would be incredible. To be a Star.