Literally, hey!
Why are there cinders spilling from my nose? Do you... do you know why?
Is there... like a switch?
Shit. I tried to pick up my phone and now the case is sort of melted.
I don’t think I can go to the bathroom?
The room seems to be filling up with smoke and I’m worried about the alarm.
I’m worried it hasn’t started to beep.
I don’t think anyone knows yet, about the fire.
I hope they’re ok. I hope the smoke isn’t spreading. Do you think if I try to sit?
No. The chair is ashes now.
I can wait here until it burns itself out,
I can wait I can wait.
It’s ok sometimes to make a mess, right?
I think I’d like to let myself burn.