He stood looking out the window, waiting for a sign. Then it came.

This is an assignment that I had to do tonight in creative writing. I really enjoyed it so I wanted to share it. The concept was to write a story about anything, but the phrase, "He/she stood looking out of the window, waiting for a sign. Then it came." had to be the last part of the story.

So here it is...

The television blared with static and white noise. The room was almost pitched black with rays of light slowly creeping in through the broken blinds. A man lay comatose on his bare mattress covered in dirt and god knows what else. Beer bottles and garbage scattered all around him. With no intentions on getting up, he threw a beer bottle at the television hoping to end futile sounds coming from it. The bottle shattered, and the television remained unharmed. He had finally given up, as did everyone else. After about an hour of staring blankly at his off white ceiling, he finally found it in himself to get up.
Staggering into the bathroom, he gazed through a mirror cracked from one end to the other, revealing his bloodshot eyes. He shook his head and said to himself, “It’s been a long time coming.”
After spilling his urine into a porcelain toilet which had been clogged for weeks, he sat dormant in his once newly furnished living room that now lay disheveled and broken. He reminisced to himself about his childhood and the way things used to be. He always expected something greater in life.
The news reports of the night before ran through his mind. Everything was soon to be over; it was just a matter of time now. The television sets across the world went blank at exactly midnight that night, and he had been waiting ever since. He stood looking out of the window, waiting for the sign. Then it came.