TimeA Story by Tiny DropThe illusion of time and its inconveniencesThe lack of time is suffocating. The clock by my beside table keeps ticking, on and on, like a ticking bomb ready to explode at any moment, with no warning whatsoever. Meanwhile I'm here awake... lying on my bed, wondering about how many more seconds have I wasted thinking of this. The pile of work atop my table propels me out of the bed and yet five minutes later I find myself gazing again like a lost puppy at the white ceiling of my bedroom. This bed of mine is too seductive. It claims me without any warning and I find myself unable to refuse it... every single time. Honey, you should go play outside. Today it's such a nice day. But momma, today I wanna sleep late in my bed, may I? My love, it's not healthy for you to stay like this What if I say that's my life's greatest wish? In that moment time freezes and I can clearly see in the ceiling those familiar deep amber eyes. Waves of warm auburn hair and sweet like candy voice which resounds within my rib cage. Then the ticking of the clock returns and I forget how the voice sounded, how it moved, how it breathed. There is only the blank ceiling and this uncontrollable will to cry inside my chest. Yet I remain still, eyes gazing forth at the ceiling which never left my field of view. Today was just like all other days. The clock kept on ticking, my mind kept on wandering, my body floating, inside this room which I never left and this bed which kept me locked in a daze, like a prisoner. Beside me, the old clock keeps on ticking and time is passing by. However my bed, as always, as if possible, holds me close in her sweet arms as if eluding the high paper tower by my desk and the mighty ticking of the clock.
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