Tick. Your eyes go distant. Tick. Your brow turns from a gentle stream over your eyes to a raging river. Tick. You draw your strong arms up against your chest to hold your heart in your body. Tick.
Your eyes slide back and forth as your mind chases its tail. Tick. Breathing gets harder and only gasps escape like prisoners with life sentences yearning to be free. Tick. Without realizing it, the rocking starts. Tick. Rambling now, hoping that the words sprinting off your tongue will return with help. Tock.
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