It was just like any other morning. I woke up an hour after my alarm went off, got dressed in a hurry, and ran out of Claflin Hall. But today, something was different.
It was only a matter of time before I saw what was wrong. It was everything. I couldn’t see. I had forgotten my contacts.
I approached SHS when all I could see was a sea of orange, yellow, and black. I did what any lost sightless person would have done—I got down on my hands and knees and felt my way down Comm Ave.
Once I crossed the street, I tried to follow the yellow tape road, but there were too many twists and turns. Was I in the bike lane? The sidewalk? Who the hell knows.
I was already exhausted, so I decided to rest on a nice orange stool in the middle of the sidewalk. It’s so nice of the construction workers to put seating out for us during this long trek!
I got up and continued to stumble down the street when a biker ran me down. While wallowing in pain, I rolled into an abyss filled with wet concrete and piles of discarded bricks.
It’s day 14. The concrete has dried around me. I am stuck in the ground. Will anyone ever find me? I’m getting blinder by the day.