Dear good blessed ethereal apparently omnipresent omnipotent eternal Lord,
For 1 years and 11 months, I have been ensnared by this black iron prison. Every morning, I wake up at 6am to wash up and prepare my breakfast and packed lunch. For Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, I leave home by 6.45am, whilst on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I leave home around 7.15am. On my way to camp, I look out of the window, and is constantly struck by jealously, jealously of the freedom the students have. The contrast is too stark! They skip to school in anticipation of another enriching day; I slouch to work dreading another dreary draining day. Everyday when it reaches 4.30pm, I wonder when I'll be able to take my short hiatus from camp. 5.30pm? 6pm? 10pm? We celebrate our small victories when we eke out of camp by 5.30pm. We congratulate each other when we leave at 6pm. And we grouse but take it stoically when we can only leave at 11pm.
I see you approaching with the keys! How beautiful they gleam under the brilliant halo of yours! What alluring music they play as they clatter against each other!
And you are but 12 steps away. 12 steps away! My dear lord. I do not want to importune you, but please make haste!
Sorry my lord, but I have to depart for now. I shall converse with you tomorrow again, 1 step nearer to you.
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