Well it’s that time of year again. The one day we all dread. The one we wish we can escape but ultimately can’t.

Tonight I’m going to bed with all five of my senses. Tomorrow brings a new day with only four. Which four you ask? Well that’s up to them to choose. I hate having to live under their rule.

We’re only here for their experiments and their research. They don’t care about saving us. They just want to play with us. And this is one way of doing just that.

The last three years I’ve lost my hearing. One year it was my smell and another year it was my touch. I know it’s only for a day, but it’s what they put us through that really makes it hard.

I used to be able to sleep through most of it in the beginning, but now I just stay awake and wait for it. Much like a kid anticipating Christmas morning, I anticipate figuring out what I can’t do.

It’s now eleven fifty-nine, only sixty seconds away from a whole other experience. Midnight. A new day. The day. Remember how I mentioned I stay awake to know what I can’t do. Within a matter of a minute and a brand new day, I went from clear eyes to no sight. This is a new one for me.

I guess the last three years are going to pay off with my sharpened sense of hearing. But they won’t make it easy on us. Here’s how it goes, whichever sense you lose, they make sure to harm your other four alongside it. Since I lost my sight, I now have to navigate around the room to find a way out. I must do this task with music blaring from the speakers, the most horrid smell that’s tastable being aired into the vents. And the feeling of itchy skin all over.

The purpose of all this you ask. It’s not research like they say it is, or studies to help us survive , it’s really for their enjoyment only. They love to watch us suffer, and even place bets on who’s the better human.

This is their hell and we’re just the measly little humans they play with.