I showed up this morning understanding it was do or die time.
I couldn’t sleep the night before, and I woke up at 6 feeling so horrible that I could not understand how it is possible I was capable of living.
Unfortunately for me, I was.
I walked into that room, close to lethal amounts of caffeine running in my veins, ready to do business with the devil itself!
I sat down, and waited as my death sentence made its way across the row, finally landing in my hands. When I scrawled my name on that cursed document, it felt as if I was writing away the rights to my own sanity.
And it begun.
For fifteen minutes straight I battled with the beast, pulling every trick I attempted to master over the weekend, but it was always ahead of the game. It soon became apparent that this was a battle I could not win. The enemy lifted its ugly ahead and let out a blood-curdling roar, signifying its unholy victory over my nobel yet weak resistance.
Just then, in the middle of my darkest moment, just as my enemy raised its fist to tear me down and smother me in all of its darkness, I heard a noise.
At first it was like a whisper, but it grew.
Singing.
It was the most joyous noise I have ever heard, and accompanying it came a light that shown down like a gleaming sword, which struck my adversary down!
The fire alarm had been pulled.
The test was canceled, fifteen minutes in.
Do not be surprised my friends if I become a holy monk of England, because after this event I now know the true feeling of being touched by the brightest light.
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