Daily Prompt: What’s your #1 priority tomorrow?

How I hope to see that tomorrow. After the long yesterday I can still feel myself blurring at the edged, like being erased.

What would I do with the time promised in tomorrow? Would I wander these halls trying to find the source of the humming? The noise started before yesterday, someone told me, but I don’t know who it was, since I’m the only one here.

Walls wind on forever and I think tomorrow is just around the next corner. The humming persists. I feel it through my bare feet. I had shoes once. Perhaps tomorrow I will again.

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