Long Nights At The Warehouse...

Working nights here in the warehouse is like being trapped in a never-ending dream or nightmare... It's 2 AM and all I can hear are the soft hum of machines, my own breathing, and the occasional whisper of boxes shifting on conveyor belts. Most days, it feels like no one cares if I show up or not... The other workers seem just as distant, lost in their own worlds of exhaustion and routine... Once in a while, there's a moment when the clock strikes exactly 3 AM, and for a split second, you think something might actually happen, but nothing ever does... Just another empty shift fading into history. Sometimes I wonder if I'm missing out on more than just sleep, like life itself...