The struggle begins

You keep lying on the table, every muscle of your body tense as you try to keep to your task as long as possible. With each passing hour, you begin to envy the days you've spent as furniture. Right now, all you have is pain, coupled with the ever growing fear of your inevitable fall.

Hour passes after hour, drop by drop the jar gets heavier. You feel tremendous anger built up inside you, perhaps more than you ever carried in your heart. But in the end, there is nothing you can do. Except for to endure.