Backtracking

There was a paper. In it, a grid was printed, a calendar. There was no reference to a month, or days in the week, or even a date, a number, only a grid. At the end of everyday, I put an X on one of the squares. Left to right, top to bottom. A feeling of happiness and accomplishment took over me as I marked that X. As if making through every single day was the hardest test life has ever put upon me. I regained energy while, armed with my red pen, I drew the X. This simple and insignificant action was the fuel that kept me going through the next day.

Until one day, I woke up to find out the X I had drawn the day before was gone. Thinking it was just my imagination, I let it go. By the end of the day, I wrote an X where in the morning I felt one was missing. It was not my imagination. On the next day, I realized two X's were missing. In a desperate attempt take back what I had lost, I wrote down both X's. I watched as they faded right in front of my eyes...

Time was walking backwards as I realized the long waited day at the end of the calendar would never come.