Day 3

"You inherit an old pocket watch from your grandfather that doesn't tell time but instead counts down, and it's ticking faster than you'd like." - my husband using ChatGPT

It feels weird. Sitting in my hand as I plant my feet on the ground. The smooth metal should feel cool to my touch and glassy, edgeless. Instead, it's smooth like skin, with a softness and warmth that holds my hand. I can feel the pulsing through the pocket watch, beating slow and belaboured.

badum......badum......badum.....

I can feel the bumping on my palm and deepen into my lifelines, sinking into the curvatures and seeping into my muscles.

badum.....badum.....badum.....

My palm starts to warm up, slowly rising in temperature as the pulsing quickens.

badum....badum....badum....

The veins around my wrists start to constrict and I can feel the sensation of blood pumping in panic.

badum...badum...badum...

A thin layer of sweat now lays beneath the watch, the moisture creating minuscule droplets on the surface.

badum..badum..badum..

My heart is racing faster and faster - matching that of this gift...this curse my grandfather left me. What he held during his final breaths.

badum.badum.badum.

The room becomes blurry as I try to drop the wretched thing but I can't move, all I can do is feel my heart racing faster, my head beginning to swirl and the beats quicken to a speed I cannot track.

badumbadumbadumbadumbadumbadum

This is it. This is all that it is.

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Day 12

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