Mostly the hours just tick on by, nothing special about that. But so far this week has been painfully slow. 30 minutes feels like two hours or more. Only to see that the clock almost doesn't move at all.Black collar around my neck, the silver studs shine so to tell others to back away. Leash to a firm stedy hand, "Common darling, lead me away to some other land.".
Will things ever be the same again? Or will I still have to hide away, never to be seen again?
