[ WP ] The lottery is an Institution designed to catch Time Travelers .

Winning the lottery never appealed to me. I never understood how millions of people could spend their money on such a useless thing. However, I am grateful for those senseless masses unwittingly continuing to fuel my addiction. It was never the money, that useless currency from a forgotten time that intrigued me; it was what would come afterwards. As soon as the last number confirmed what I already knew, that was when I would be ensnared by the desire. 
 
 Desire, that untamable feeling, always calling me back, always ensnaring me with its deceptive charm. Desire was what kept me coming back into the past. The desire to continually find ways to slip back in time and continue the game of cat and mouse I so love. 
 
 “ Today is the day they finally catch me. The day where I finally will be outsmarted. ” I state, as I patiently wait for the numbers to begin my addiction. I habitually say this to myself before every game I play. It hasn`t happened yet but one day when I am truly lucky… 
 
 Two minutes. Now I would make final preparations for what was about to commence. My phone…check. My wallet with my oh so lucky ticket….check. I have done this so many times before that I no longer need anything else. It had become second nature. A calming habit right before the storm. 
 
 5, 4, 3, … These seconds feel like an eternity. I am so close to getting the gratification I have been waiting for. That release for all of this pent up anticipation. Maybe this is what it feels to people who actually care about winning the lottery. Maybe this is why they so graciously give their money to me. Thank you for that false hope. 
 
 “ And tonight`s lucky numbers are…. 14, 29, 2, 11, 19, 31, and 17! ” the television chimed. Without looking at my numbers I knew I had already won. I sat patiently waiting, not moving for fear of missing these next few precious moments. These are the moments I had been waiting. I wonder how long it will take them to find me this time. Hopefully it won`t …. 
 
 Knock, Knock, came the rap of knuckles on the door breaking my train of thought. The game is about to begin. 

