Word Count: 324
Summary: A ticking clock and a silent room.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Big Bang Theory or the characters.
I remember the ticking sound, such a harsh sound against the silent room. Every tick made me shiver. Every single one of those ticks made me remember why I was in that room, and all I wanted was for it to stop.
All of it to stop.
But I knew that by the time the next tick came to fill that silent room, none of it would stop. That it would all still be happening, and nothing I did could stop it.
No matter how much I wanted it to be over.
There it was again. That annoying tick. Annoying wasn't enough to describe that noise, I guess. Irritating. Exasperating. Maddening. Yes, maddening might be the right one. It was making me go mad.
At what, I'm not sure. Maybe at myself, for getting into this mess. One I didn't know how to get out of. And maybe that was a good thing because perhaps I want to be in this mess.
Tick.
Do I? Do I really want to be in this mess? If I can even call it mess. Perhaps I could call it a slight issue, or situation. Either way, I need to understand how I feel about it.
Tick.
God, what am I going to do? If this is truly happening, how should I handle it? I don't know.
Tick.
It's so typical of me to focus on what might be, that I don't even try and think of what will be like if it doesn't come true. Will I be okay?
Tick.
Yeah, I guess I will. It just means life will go on just like right now. Which doesn't sound so bad.
Tick.
Actually, it sounds just fine. But just fine isn't enough anymore. I don't want enough.
Tick.
I want this to be real.
Silence.
Make this be real.
More silence.
And then, there was the sound of an alarm.
I take a deep breath.
It's positive.
The End
