when i was in middle school we got an assignment in my English class (second language), something like “write about a day that isn’t yours”, it was supposed to be short, maybe half a page, a little story about your brother’s day, or maybe a day how you imagined your favourite actor to live. the teacher was cool and english was just starting to click for me, so i felt– the urge… i handed in 6 pages of a handwritten post-apocalyptic short story, detailing hour by hour the last day of someone living alone in a bunker and losing sanity as they begin to hear knocking at the door

thankfully i didn’t get penalised for being 5,5 pages over the limit :D