The music is blaring… but all I hear is the ticking of that clock… it echoes in my head. Each tick, each time the second hand moves, I hear an echo in my head twenty times before it goes away. the clock is 10 feet away, and even with the music so loud the bass vibrates my inner organs, the clock speaks to my very soul… people are screaming alone with the music, but I am still… waiting on that clock, that damn clock to shut off. Each second takes so long, like minutes taking days. It’s as though the clock is taking a slumber between each second, a light siesta. But only I know, because I am the only one who is aware of time. You see I’m the only one who has an expiration date. Everyone dies but most people don’t realize the exact date, time and place where they are to die. Mine is in 5 minutes. Right here, in front of this damn clock.