Another Drabble. Only this one I wrote in my creative writing class...so yeah...tell me what you think...~Linda~

One more hour. Just one more hour, I thought.
I sat there staring at the wall, the floor, the ceiling, out the window and beyond. My mind racing from thought to thought. One hour and I could go home. Home. If it still existed. If they hadn't destroyed it by now. My eyes landed on the clock.

Finally the hour is over. I can go home. I gather my things and get out of that out of that room as fast as possible. I rush home to find that everything's fine. I had just let my imagination run free in detention once again.