beating-heart

More than the sound of my own beating heart, I miss the sound of a ticking clock. Time passes, it must pass, but I have no more assurance of moving through time than I have that I am moving through space. In a way, I__ glad: this means perhaps 300 years and 364 days have passed, and tomorrow I will wake up. Sometimes after a cross-country meet or a long day at school, I__ fall into bed with all my clothes on and be out before I knew it. When I__ finally open my eyes, it would feel like I__ just shut them for a minute, but really, the whole rest of the day and half the night was gone. But. There were other times when I__ collapse onto my mattress, shut my eyes and dream, and it felt like I__ lived a whole lifetime in that dream, but when I woke up, it had only been a few minutes. What if only a year has gone by? What if we haven__ even left yet? That is my greatest fear.