Limbo

   Michael woke up again in the middle of the night. It was deathly cold in his house and completely empty. He rose from the small bed he slept in, groaning. He glanced around for the clock he didn't have. His head hurt for some reason; he had forgotten exactly.

   From the next room, there was a light. He did not know why, or what room it was. Was this his house?

   He walked to the door and... What door?

   Michael opened the door slowly, being swallowed by the bright light.

   Michael woke up again. again. again. again. again.

   Michael woke up to his alarm. He had a clock. He groaned and stood up, though he was already standing. His alarm was silent. He had no alarm.

   Silent silent silent silent silent

   silent

   Michael struggled.

   senseless senseless senseless

  Michael sat with his wife and kids. He wasn't married. He wasn't a father. There was a bench. What bench?

             The Director smiled in his chair

At what once was, but no longer is there                        

                          Not past, nor present, nor future                                                                                                        

                              But what once was there

                                The Director smiled at the shallow grave                                          

               Holding all of his dirty secrets 

                                         And smiled, as his secrets could harm him        

   Michael woke up again to the light of dawnIt was cozy and warm in his houseHe heard birds outside

   Michael woke up never again, for the shallow grave kept its secrets.

He was in limbo. 

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