The silence is eerie.
The complete absence of sound.
Running feet and chattering voices are quietly tucked in their beds.
Not even a clock ticks in the background to mark the passage of time.
Perhaps as I sit here not noticing the time pass, it has really chosen to stand still.
I am like a child who wonders why people can see her when she covers her eyes.
A woman who lets minutes run through her fingers like sand on the beach.
One day I’ll count the minutes I have left.
Today it seems a luxury to swim in a pool of time not knowing it’s depth.
Let it not be said, that I wasted time…
But that I had time to waste, and spent it instead.
The clock cannot be fooled or cheated
For Cinderella, the chime always sounds too early