Relax your mind - my collection

I can listen to sirens there, joined by the blasting of lights.

I'm not a dolt, obviously. I understand what the sirens and the lights mean. Besides, need to quit slacking.

I have this one particular side interest which I look for after with a significant excitement. I like social event things. I consider myself to be a friendly man, and, with or without aiming to, illuminate pretty much everyone concerning my social occasion. That is to say, not to gloat or anything, but instead I've accumulated a monstrous number of things, both unremarkable and remarkable. I accumulate things like thimbles, journals, clasp, pencils, old rarities; etc, I have it. Be that as it may, something's been irritating at the back of my head beginning late. Something I didn't have in my amassing.

I've accumulated an extensive variety of ordinary customary articles: boxes, delicate spread books, pillowcases, and that is only the starting. I've made it a point to accumulate everything the world conveyed to the table. Besides, one thing I don't have in my social affair is myself. My inside organs, my blood, my bones, my hair, even my own specific life frameworks. I have to accumulate it. If not, my social event would be deficient. I starting now have the love for my life, my significant other Marie, in my social event. My people, even. Each one of the pets I had as far back as I was energetic. I've accumulated the things that held a remarkable spot in my heart.

The sirens are so close now. The lights are right outside my window. The world is creating faint. I've finished the way toward social affair myself, and I smiled as the passage burst open and men in blue outfits swarmed into see my collection.