

ClockI waited as time slowly passed.Clock
A tick of the second hand goes by.
Tick-tock.
And of course when you wish time would go faster the clock has to stop. Time drags on as the moments have passed without being calculated into the system of the clock the comforting ticking continues.
I wonder, where did the time go?
Another tick, another tock.
The room is silent, I hear in the far background the furnace turning on which illuminates the room with a quiet hissing.
I stand before the window from which light produces a warmth on my skin.
Rays find their ways into small pores