Packing, packing, packing. I should be packing.
Stress. *sigh*
Crap.
I should be packing. I should be cleaning. I should be packing.
Why not? Because I’m too stressed out.
That’s why not.
There’s a finite amount of time, and a mountain load of stuff to deal with.
Crap.
I don’t even know where to start! Every time I think I’ve made a dent, it’s like it’s just found somewhere else.
I climb over once, just to slide down the other side. When I look up, there’s another mountain waiting for me.
I thought I had some inroads made; I really did.
The one main artery that bisected the space collapsed.
Now that part’s cut off completely.
Crap.
I hope there wasn’t anything there when it happend. I’ll probably never know.
I honestly didn’t think it would stick. They threatened me repeatedly, but I figured nothing would ever happen.
Until it finally did.
And now they tell me I have to move.
The world is ending in three days.
Crap.
I’m running in circles. If I had a tail, I’d be chasing it.
I can’t do it! I can’t!
I don’t know where to start. There’s no end in sight.
I wanted to ask for help, but I’m too proud. And now look where it’s gotten me.
Crap.
A lifetime to sift through. 3 days.
I can’t do it. I can’t.
Crap.
That’s all they see, I know.
That’s what they think, I know.
They try not to show their disgust, I know.
BUT. I. KNOW.
Crap.
My world is ending in 3 days. I have to move.
I am paralyzed; overwhelmed; defeated.
Because of it. That stuff.
Crap.
Maybe more will collapse and bury me beneath; cocooned in memories.
That’s it!
I can’t do it. I can’t leave. I won’t leave.
They won’t find me, and it won’t matter.
I see my goal. I hope it shifts. Here it comes; as if on cue.
Ahhhh. I’m safe.
But I can’t breathe-
CRAP!
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The prompt for Trifextra’s week 23 is “the world will end in three days.”
Leave me a comment to let me know what you think I’m talking about! 
PS- edtited to share that this is fiction. I, personally, am not packing. 
But I am pretty sure that if I only had three days to pack and move, I might well be feeling all this.
When I have an anxiety dream, it most often involved cleaning and packing (either in a move situation or a travel situation). So whatever you are talking about, it resonates emotionally with some of my darker fears/anxieties. (I think I never recovered from moving twice within nine months, back in 2002-03.)
I’m pretty sure our OCD tendencies have helped keep us organized.
The running in circles thing, though- one of my more frequent dream themes is either driving on the highway or running (particularly when I haven’t run in a while)………..
You can do it!
i can relate. the anxiety and the fear that none of it will get done.
keep packing
One piece at a time…………..
Fantastic! The true experience of not knowing what to do complicated with not doing anything.
*nods* Indeed. Inaction is still an action.
Okay, you can laugh at me if I’m totally “off” but I think this is about an elderly person whose children are moving her into a nursing home. She has a lifetime of stuff and not much time to go through it all so she’s stressed to the point of inaction. The world is ending for her (him?) in three days, even if the rest of the world moves on.
Oooooo, that could totally apply, too!
I’ve done something very similar to this: pack everything I owned down to what my Toyota Tercel could hold. And even that was too much. Part of the world came to an end, and then life went on… I need to come up with my story for this cool prompt!
Crap. Loved the repetition.
Crap. Loved the repetition.
nicely written! made me think of a hoarder. his life was his stuff, and now his stuff ends his life. a sad end.
Ding ding ding! We have a winner!
Nice piece – I HATE stuff. When we moved from Canada, the movers lost 1/3 of our possessions. I’ve never even missed what was lost.
Oh my word. How does that even happen? Did you know what stuff was lost, and then did the movers compensate you? Oh, that would give me nightmares!
What a perfect and unexpected take on the prompt. I’m currently in the middle of packing for a cross country move and have three weeks. I would be apoplectic if I only had three days.
Nice tension throughout. Thanks for linking up with us again. We hope to see you back Monday for the new challenge.
I’m pretty sure I would want to curl up and die if I only had three days to move. Three weeks might not be so bad…………
I’ll definitely be there!
Hoarder meets untimely end beneath own pile o shit. “The one main artery that bisected the space collapsed.” is such a great line.
Yep. Crap on many levels. It was the crap that got him/her to that point; everyone thought it was crap but her (and let’s be honest- take-out containers are just trash- some things really ARE just garbage), because for some reason (a common theme amongst hoarders, as I understand it) is that they literally see treasure instead of the item as it is.
So, she’s crapping because of the crap, which then, yes, does collapse in on her as the new pile shifts. I always wonder at that particular moment- do they realize that it’s really just garbage? Even when it’s coming down to suffocate them, do they realize the nature of the mess?
In this case, I’m pretty sure she does…………….
I know what it is. It’s a hoarder. They have been given one day to clean up. There is a path through the stuff – the main artery.
I mean 3 days – not one…
Yep. Three days before they are re-homing her, and not the crap. The whole place has to be condemned and leveled, so she has three days to sift through the crap and decide what to take.
The more she looks, the more she realizes she can’t do it. The pathway collapse just gave her the idea, and the shifting pile accommodated her wishes………….
These situations just always make me feel sad, because these folks are really mentally ill.