That thing that I was talking about actually just took a minute, a minute that we could have spent so easily if we are not aware of. It looked so long because it made me feel that every second was like a minute. It happened in a three by four square meters room covered with pink tiles.
“Patience…patience…patience…it will only take one minute…”
The place I want to get into was not vacant so I tried to keep the object inside my body. Thirty seconds was enough already to stop it from going out but there was still another thirty seconds. I wanted to open the door if I could. At last! The person came out and saw me standing in front of him. I immediately went in and got what I want.
“Success!”
I got up from the toilet bowl in the comfort room.
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