Skip to content
and what of the time, eh? what of it?

Fantasy #6

I lie in bed; the morning lie in bed, my clock sits to the left with face away, ticking.

I know it will go off soon. But I cannot tell when.

It would be better if I would simply get up now, of my own accord, than to endure this torturous uncertainty – my body cannot relax in this state and the pressure in my temples can but mount.