Write me a short drama with a surprise ending.  Don't use more than 300 words, and focus on the main character’s thoughts and emotions.
“Come on,” you shout in frustration. “Just a little more!” It wasn’t as if your words of encouragement could really provide any tangible results, but the shouting and pounding did help relieve your pent-up feelings. You pound your fist against the pane. Only an inch of glass, but it might as well be a mile.

On the other side of the glass, you see the neat rows of soldiers, all perfectly in place, with the one straggler. You try in vain to get his attention. No amount of yelling, shaking, or slamming has any effect. Your cursing goes unnoticed. It’s not as if you have any coin left to bribe him, anyways. 

 “Almost out to freedom, but nope, never my luck.” You give a weary sigh. “Days upon days of the same monotony...” A fortnight of days in this sterile and artificial cage.

 Why does this always happen to you? You’re tired. You’re hungry. You can feel your vitality waning. “Need to deal with the day ahead,” you think to yourself. You unsuccessfully pound your fist against the glass again. The glass is your silent foe, the only thing stopping you. It’s an aggravating restraint to you, a hindrance keeping you from all that you love.  

You peer into the glass. You see a reflection of your gaunt and unhappy-looking face looking back at you. There’s white around your temples; perhaps you’re turning prematurely old from the stress of this ordeal?

You’re about to give up, then you hear a footstep behind you, and you turn. It’s Carol from Estate-Planning. “Hi Josh,” she says. “Fighting with the vending machine again?”
