deep story nr. 172 | on my way home | by Raphael Mader

A long night with many events had finally come to an end. Apart
from the incident with the man who had collapsed from exhaustion,
my shift passed without further incidents. At that moment, the
customary closing track from ‘The Raverend’ was playing and the
crowd was already preparing to leave the holy grounds. The guests
were led to the exit by the ComRa staff in an orderly manner and
soon afterwards the huge hall was completely empty. Many of the
people seemed very tired as they had once again given everything
on the dance floor. Hardly anyone asked if some other event was
still going on somewhere. Most of them just wanted to go home
after this intense night. Also I just wanted to go to bed and
finally get some rest. My colleague ‘Lighter’ seemed to read my
mind and sent me home before the end of my shift. For my first
night, I did well, he said with a wink.
Somewhat regretful, I searched for my belongings and strolled out
through the large main gate of ‘The Kathedral’. My head was full
of thoughts, almost clogged. It seemed as if I was unable to take
in anything anymore. No external impressions really penetrated to
me any longer. I made my way home on auto-pilot and crashed into
bed, completely exhausted...