Flash Fiction Frenzy

The sentence was, long, interminable, endless, he couldn’t and wouldn’t sleep until it was over, the never ending torment before him was as much torture as the banality of it all; he would give it all to be free of the subtle but aching torture if it all, where no relief was offered or even a possibility in the dark confines of his room, no one was coming to help him, and the sentence dragged out before him, seemingly infinite and relentless.

Then he decided to stop reading and went to bed.