Cold

A ripple for every moment

Frigid sky scattered here and there. Shadows watch mountains who are not easily scared. Snowflakes fall as time stands still, while sun's warmth trembles under the treacherous chill. Depths run thin as the ice grows, and blue meets white in the blue shallow. Everything covered perfectly in a blanket, one that is cold and doesn't need to fake it.

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The traffic slowed with red lights streaking the rain-washed roadways, I was on time. My eyes fixed in a forward position, my brain only functioning as a reflex machine. Driving, as it were, is so unconscious.

Fleeting images from a night of uncontrollable restlessness spotted my thought patterns as I carelessly changed lanes. Images of a blinding white room with a figure standing in the middle. The figure carrying a frame as large as a human but a face revealing something else. Cloaked with a brilliant red robe, only a bony snout was seen protruding from the hooded shadow. My thoughts couldn't turn away. Fear kept me awake, adrenaline kept me steady.

Maybe it was the 6 shots of coffee or the 14 hours of studying that kept my mind uneasy late into the night, but now it was morning. I was late. Time inevitably passed as the cars idled in the semi-polluted air.

Somewhere between idle and parking, my car carried me helplessly to school. I chose an expensive parking spot closer to school to relieve my legs of unnecessary walking.

I sat down as the minute hand slowly landed on the 2. Ten minutes after 8, my mind floating in a sea of nothing. I took out my pencil.

The minute hand caught the top curve of the three after the hour hand had taken a lap, my pencil hit the wooden desk. My legs followed my body as I dropped my exam in a brown cardboard box.

I left as silently as I came. My approach focused but apathetic. Tuesday is over.

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