Waiting For Tomorrow

It is dark and windy outside. I am lying in my bed, slowly and painfully dying from hunger. My frail body is getting lighter every second, my mind is blurry and my emaciated limbs are trembling from desperation. I wish I were able to kill myself to stop this agony but I do not have strength anymore. It is five minutes to midnight: if only I could last a little bit longer…

I close my weary eyes and descend into the abyss.

The cuckoo clock strikes twelve. Tomorrow has finally arrived. Life is beautiful again.

My diet is officially over.