Life of the Cube
Everyone has a cube by them, no matter the day or night, it will always follow, but everyone goes about life like normal, but I can't shake the feeling that something is terribly wrong.
Every day my cube grows; first it was unnoticeable, but lately it started getting as big as my hand. Every day becomes a hustle, I feel like everyone is staring at me, that mailman gave me a weird look, oh god, is he judging me, he might be, I mean it's way too big.
The walk to school only gets worse. I feel like everyone can't seem to keep their eyes off me. Every corner I see people chuckling, and I think they might be judging me. This goes on for days on end, my cube never stops growing, day after day, it grows so big it's above my head until... it falls on me