The elevator played calming music, but his heart was racing, the last time he was at the doctors he was told his levels were too high. Nothing to worry about, but just got to run a few more tests he said. Fine, the tests came back right before the meeting, and in the 15 minutes before most people just dick around he was googling numbers, and finding survival rates popping up as answers. Hopefully the appointment would sort this out, he didn't really have time to be sick. At his car, at his spot, he put his bag in the passenger seat, then on the ground after the car beeped that the passenger doesn't have their seatbelt on. For like 10 years there hasn't been a passenger aside from his briefcase he thought the car should get that by now. His car had many miles on it, the breaks you almost had to push to the ground to get the car to stop. But it still went. He could afford another but why bother. How to get to the hospital again, just 75 then 275. Maybe I can go by that burger spot after. He was day dreaming almost the whole time, the turns were memorized. He imagined himself when he was in grade school watching the snow fall. His front yard went from green grass to a blanket of white. Outside he was surprised at how quiet it was, how cold it became. Little by little his world changed. When do all things accumulating become too much?
He watched the yellow gate raise and allow him to enter the parking lot. He parked in the same spot as last time. When the car was quiet he felt again in the world of snow, and his eyes started to tear up.
He watched the yellow gate raise and allow him to enter the parking lot. He parked in the same spot as last time. When the car was quiet he felt again in the world of snow, and his eyes started to tear up.
