The sand slips through the hourglass. Top heavy. I hold it tightly in my hand. I look up as the dust falls onto of my head. Time is plentiful. I lean against the wall and yawn. I smile as I slowly drift of to sleep. My eyes slammed shut locked with a key. My head creates pictures that I can only dream are true. Its a shame I can only dream of these things. My wishful thinking creates images of me getting out of bed without troubles. Or how I could eat something without forcing it down my throat. Or even being sad but not having people bugging me, poking at me, screaming in my ear. I think of her for soft moments then the lock that covered my eyes burst open and tears trickle down into the sand.
I look around my and lift my hands up from the sand that had gathered while I was dreaming. My head slams against the glass behind me as sand pours through. I stare at the hourglass at my hand and my grip tightens. Bottom heavy. I'm running out of time. I wipe the tears from my cheek and get up. I reach up to the crack. The sand and dust falls through at a fast pace. I walk around the edge of the wall and run my fingers along it. Thinking. the hourglass sits in my hand taunting. Don't get pressured. Don't let it take advantage. Rage builds up. Deep breaths. Its fine. Fine. Its fine! Your fine! Calm down! I slam the hourglass on the wall and everything around me crumbles. Everything stops midair. Again. I gave in. I broke it.
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