How was the world created? As I asked myself this question, I looked around at the things surrounding me. There was only one person, a young lady wearing a pink cardigan.

Why was the world created? Why..? The lady in the pink cardigan still there, slowly sipping her coffee. My eyes burning from not blinking, tears running down my face.

I wiped them away, and stared off into space again. This happened to me a lots of times my mother said ‘you just have a creative imagination!’ I always felt it was much more than that though. I would spend hours on end, wondering why and how the world was created.

I would also wonder how I fit into this world, mother says everyone serves a purpose but what if I feel like my only purpose is to take up oxygen?

I looked back up, and the lady with the pink cardigan was no longer there, the table she was once sitting at cleared. I looked around and noticed I was the only one left. I went to take another sip of my coffee, but it was empty. Going back up to the counter, I got a refill on my coffee. Looking down at the time, how much time had passed I asked myself? Did I check the time before?

Guess not. I sat back down, not drinking any of my coffee before going back into my own little world. Maybe I do serve a purpose- maybe there’s too much coffee so they need me to get rid of some of it. I chucked at myself a little, before falling asleep.