“ Please line up in a single file and do not loiter! Lost thoughts will not be entertained after 11 PM, as that is the stipulated night night time for today!”
The line was long, like really long.
The cleric behind the desk leaned out of his chair to examine the exact length that he would have to go through before night night.
The line extended far and long and the end of the line was as nigh as the end of the horizon usually is.
“Looks like it’s gonna be overtime tonight, Pineal!”
The blob like figure turned his head from his otherwise slouched bag of potato chips position and let out a huge heave.
“I’m still processing. Do not disturb me.”
“Whatever, nobody really understands most of what you say anyway.”
Pineal slouched back into his position and let out a soft heaving kind of sound. Maybe it was an external sign of his irritation or maybe he was agreeing. Like the cleric said, nobody understood that purple blobbish guy.
“And what is your purpose here?” Asked the cleric as he went on with his colossal duty of burning through as much of the long line as he could before night night.
The cleric pushed back his specs and looked at the tiny lean man standing in front of the desk from the tip of his nose. The man looked nervous.
“Actually sir, I represent the thought that we should go out and get wasted tonight.”
“You again! You come back every night. To what ends do you suggest this course of action?”
“Um, i-i-it would be fun?”
The small thought’s offer did not impress the cleric even one bit.
He pulled out a placard from his draw and put it in front of the weak thought.
“Do you see this?!”
Said the cleric as he pointed towards the words “Proofreader” written on the placard.
“Do you know what this means?!”
“This means that it’s my job to proofread the hell out of distracting thoughts such as yourself. How can I do my job if you keep coming back every day!! Now move out of the line!”
The clock struck 11:00 PM.
“Lights down mode, I repeat, lights down mode.”
The lights became dimmer as the loudspeaker blared the unseen voice.
“Great, just bloody great. We only have 10,00,001 thoughts to go before this is done, and it’s already night night! Pineal, it’s time for you to help me out here!”
The boy tossed and turned in bed as he tried to get some sleep.
It was already 11:30 PM, half an hour past his bedtime.
“Damn, I think a lot.”
Little did he know that he was going to be bombarded with a couple of hundred thousand thoughts before the sleep could actually kick in.