As I fidget in my seat my eyes drift up to the clock on the wall and as I watch each second tick by it seems to take an eternity. I fidget more tapping my fingers on the bottom of the seat and rubbing my legs together so quickly that they get warm. I manage to tear my eyes of that damned clock and turn my attention to the window. It's snowing outside, a blanket of white is all I can see covering the entire area. The wind is howling tonight, it's blowing so hard that even though I'm inside I can hear it; I rub my legs again, just looking at that makes me feel colder. I shudder slightly and sigh my eyes turning back to the clock just barely visible in the low light, watching as the hands on the clock move ever so slowly, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick God I'm so tired of that God Damn sound. I stand up the chair I was sitting on falling in the process, I March up to the clock my body tense, breathing harder and teeth grinding. I give the clock my best death glare as if this would fix anything, as if the clock is responsible, as if anything I can do now would matter. I feel my shoulders slump in defeat at the thoughts and all the aggression I felt suddenly gone as I turn around. I pick up the chair that fell and set it down calming my breath slightly, glancing at the clock one more time as I sit back down.
I can't really be sure how long I was sitting there before I noticed it. Now usually if you notice something like this you wouldn't pay any mind to it but I couldn't really help it at the time. With nothing else to do but wait no distractions and nothing around me despite the fact my mind was running a mile a minute I would take anything to focus on right now. When I first noticed I wasn't really sure if I was hearing correctly, but the longer I listened, the longer the silence rang. It wasn't a noise or anything like that, no, it was the lack of noise I noticed. There was nothing just silence, the once howling wind was silent and the damn clock that I was staring at what I swore only moments ago was quiet. Now I know that's really no reason to be alarmed the wind probably finally calmed down and my ears most likely adjusted to the sound of the clock that's all. For some reason even though those were the logical answers, I didn't believe them, I couldn't. My body is stiff as I look over to the window, all I have to do is look, the wind just slowed that's all, at least, those are the lies I told myself. The window finally came into view after what seemed an eternity and what I saw made my body tense even further, heart beat faster and my hands and body shake.
Do you ever have those moments say if you just woke up from a dream and you're not really sure what's real. That's really the only way I could even begin to describe this, the once snow blanketed outside was covered in luscious green grass, the sun shining down and the sky a beautiful bright summer blue. This can't be real right? I mean it was just snowing outside there's NO way that its summer, IT Can't BE. I'm, I'm just dreaming right? I-I must have fallen asleep, yeah, yeah, that's it................. if this is a dream why haven't I woke up yet? The person dreaming usually wakes up immediately after realizing there dreaming right? Why haven't I woken up yet. My bodies shaking even harder as panicked thoughts run through my head, it's all too much, I can't—My mind is to loud, why won't it stop?! please stop! I Can't Breathe! please! I fall out of my chair my body falling in a useless heap breath ragged, my body shaking with the effort of trying to do something as simple as breath. Each wheezing attempt at breath echoing in the desolate room when................... Suddenly it stops as one thought over takes all the others in my mind, one singular thought ringing with such clarity as it seems to echo in my mind, almost like a command something I have to do, Check the clock. My body still shaking, my breath still ragged, I shift my eye up to where I know the clock to be, which while still harder to do from the floor I still manage. My eyes land on the clock.....................or where it was anyway, it's no there, the clock is gone. The ever persistent echo in my mind of the tick, tick, tick, is no longer there, I can't hear it anymore, it's gone. The sound of the howling wind is gone, the snow that once covered the ground is gone, the clock.......is gone. My vision starts to go black as I realize I never did stop hyperventilating, a ringing in my ears and the muffled sound of my wheezing is all I can hear as I go unconscious, one last thought ringing I my mind before it all goes black. Was a clock ever really there?
