Time

Time is passing.
Time is passing like the adrenaline through my veins.
Each progressing moment is an increase in my heartbeat.
Seconds go.
Minutes go.
I’m stuck.
Stuck in an endless void.
The hands of the clock move quickly.
They move quickly like my own.
They shake.
I’m shaking.
An involuntary tic.
I can feel it getting closer.
It’s fifty-nine past eleven.
The minute progresses.
The big bell chimes.
My heart stops.
A floodgate of fear washes over me.
The hour has passed.
It’s time.