dear lottery 6:00 p.m.
Dear Lottery, 6:00 P.M.The clock ticks, each second a drumbeat, building anticipation. 6:00 P.M. The moment Ive been waiting for all week. Its not a meeting, a deadline, or a date. Its you, Dear Lottery.My fingers nervously tap the remote, flipping through channels, searching for the familiar numbers dancing on the screen. They say its just a game, a shot in the dark, a dream. But tonight, I feel it. Tonight, my number is going to be called. I can almost taste the freedom. The weight of bills, the gnawing worry of rent, the endless cycle of working just to survive all gone. I picture a life where I can finally breathe, where I can choose my own path, where I can chase dreams that have been locked away for years. The numbers spin, a mesmerizing vortex of possibilities. Each one a whispered hope. And then, the moment of truth. The numbers settle. My heart races, a mixture of excitement and dread. One by one, I compare, hoping, praying. Dear Lottery, this time, let it be me. This time, let my dreams take flight. This time, let 6:00 P.M. be the beginning of a new chapter.