dear lottery 6:00 p.m.
Dear Lottery, 6:00 p.m.The clock ticks relentlessly, its second hand a metronome marking the passing of time. Outside, the sun dips below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and purple. Inside, I sit, hunched over a table, clutching a worn, crumpled lottery ticket. 6:00 p.m. The moment arrives. The hour when dreams take flight, when hope blossoms anew. My heart beats faster, a nervous flutter in my chest. Its the time of the lottery draw.Dear Lottery, you are a beacon of possibility, a symbol of fortune, a whisper of what could be. Ive played you countless times, each number a prayer, each ticket a wish.Tonight, I yearn for your blessing, for a chance to change my life, to escape the humdrum of everyday existence. I dream of a future where financial worries are a distant memory, where opportunities abound, and where I can finally pursue my passions without restraint.As the numbers are drawn, I hold my breath, my gaze fixated on the screen. Each digit a tantalizing possibility, a chance for my dreams to become reality. Dear Lottery, 6:00 p.m. is the time we meet, the time when my heart skips a beat, the time when I hold my breath and whisper a silent prayer, hoping, dreaming, wishing.