Caught in the Middle
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Last published Sun, May 21, 2017
As the time went by, I grew more anxious by the second. The silence was killing me. How could I let this happen? The tap dripped slowly, each thud of water against marble pushing the limits of stress I experienced like I never thought was even possible. If something didn't happen soon, I was sure I'd punch the nearest wall. My eyes flickered from the timer and to the wall as fears, anxieties and apprehensions began to cloud my mind and pulling my train of thought in various directions causing me to wish I went back to the silence I hated only a moment ago. Everything seemed to stop as the timer went off and a chill shot up my spine. Well, it's now or never.
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