The Final Countdown

“We have 11 more days!” 

“Until what?” Eleven days just wasn’t equating to my reality.

“MISS! Until the end of the world.” 

“Oh, yeah. It’s fifteen days until Christmas… and now that I think about it, I’d prefer to have Christmas than the end of the world. Wouldn’t you?” 

I guess they wouldn’t; they harbor some hope that The End will come crashing down upon us next Friday, and in the ensuing panic we’ll free them all. I guess it doesn’t hurt to dream. 

To humor them I’m keeping a countdown, one for the end of the world, and another for Christmas. For some reason I think we’ll make it to Christmas first. 


About hey miss

A teacher. A prison guard. I used to think that was like oil and water. Like lightening and metal. Some days it is. Some days it's magic.
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