Cashier x Gender neutral reader fanfic. (GASA4)

What? (SHORT)

You wake up again.

...

Was that even a nap? You don't know.

The only thing you know is that you feel... Fulfilled. 

What time was it? Checking the digital clock, it's... 

..4 am.

Was this your witching hour? 
Was this destined to always happen?

How come? It always ends up being the same hour...

Over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over,

and over again.

sigh.

It's getting tiring.

Was this some sick joke of faith? Perhaps it was a gift you hadn't come to realize yet? Or was it a forefront to something you have to do? Did you have to do something? Why do you keep waking up like this? What's the point? What's the purpose? Why? Why always?

it was getting tiring.

you know that.

and now these damned thoughts crowd your head.

thinking back...

is this just your subconscious asking you to meet your friend again?

Ugh. That doesn't matter now. You're just tired. You can't sleep. Not at all. What's this cruel loop? Are you just tired?

Did you just hate interacting with your father that much?

You shake your head before sitting up.

The weak glow of the full moon through your window shines through the ever closed window peeking ever so slightly through the ever so-

..

This is repetitive.

Shut up.

Shut up.

why

This is repetitive.

You need to clear your mind. You want to talk to someone.

You want to ignore it even for just a little.

Its finally catching up to you. This miserable existence.

. . .

You stand up and get yourself ready. You're going to check in on that in-

No.

No.

No.

Wait. It's already over.

...

You bury your face into the pillow. 

You have to get there later.

For now you must sleep.

You have to prepare.

Good night.