On light grey, maybe beige background of the monitor in
front of me, black numeric letters display as 23:59:45,
unlike my wrist-watch, on which the seconds hand has an arc
of a hundred-eighty degrees till midnight. It ticks with a
faint sound only heard when alone or concentrate real hard.
The sound indicates a Special Occasion; one which should not
be taken for granted, as it usually is. Once the small
rectangle box on the top right of the electric screen resets
to all zeroes, something will occur, which changes
everything.
You will not want it to happen; you'd rather things remained
as they are now. But in time, you will find yourself, in a
dark room most probably, surrounded by still and quiet air
and nothing else, nightmares rolling. And then, when you
least expect It, It'll become. You, still comatose, will not
even notice.
The hand has 5 digits left, and everyone around me is
clueless - going on and about their business, talking to
costumers, service givers and amongst themselves and some
even bother to work. For them it will not mean much, and
they will only notice the great and possibly horrible change
when they've returned to their homes. Only I see it as it
is, because only I sit motionless, awaiting the Incoming
Doom, doing nothing else, bored out of my guts.
It happens! Oh the angst; It is here, It has come, The New
Day.
I continue to stare at my screen.