The Chronophobia Chronicles

Part 1: The room

I don't know how long it's been, maybe a week, maybe a month. I don't even know. When was the last time I left the room? Nothings... wrong, everything just feels..... off. And that's, that's kinda the point.

I knew that this would happen, but it's still just........ odd. I keep the windows and curtains shut because I don't even want to know what the outside looks like. Only the clock on the wall even gives me a hint to what goes on in the world as it ticks away the hours and the days.

"So it's 9:30" I say internally looking at them, "that means I should have breakfast soon...... or would that be dinner?". Looking at the clock I try and decipher more meaning than it is able to give me. "Ok." I mutter underneath my breath, "let's just skip that anyway".

I laid down again, never hurts to no matter how much of the day is spent like that. I start cracking my knuckles one by one.

I've been thinking about time a lot recently. It helps that my only friend is a clock. Thankfully this one is much kinder than the dreams. Every night just counting down. Decades. Years. Months. Days. The seconds. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The pendulum swings. Time always gets you. Tick. Tock. You can't kill me in a way that matters. That's the hope.

My friend is nice. Always going forward. Always. It's a nice change of pace. A needed change of pace. This all is.

When am I going to leave? I'm not sure. I didn't think about that. If it swings back will it hurt? Either way it can't be forever. It may have been too long as is. My friend won't tell me more.

I need more sleep. I'll have to get some then. It's been available to me for quite some time.

I'll be fine, I always have. This proves it. It's been good to me. Maybe I'll leave soon. Maybe.

And the pendulum swings.