And they’re running out fast.
A quick look at the clock stops my breathing. The quick advance of time always catches me off-guard, yet I still haven’t learned what to do about it. I see the seconds counting up, then dropping. Nine more minutes. I shouldn’t be wasting these precious moments on trivialities, oh no. Actions are what is of critical importance here. And they need to be done fast.
My fingers dance across the keyboard, a quick glance revealing two more minutes have flown by. What did I even do with all that time? Those five seconds of thought, were they longer than they felt like? I halt again, ponder, then get distracted. Shit, no, not like this. I haven’t lost this battle before, and I’d rather not have that happen by my own fault.
Five left, but I get stuck again. Rapid typing, then a couple strong jabs to the backspace key. It’s not right, it won’t do. Never have I held myself to a stricter standard than now, when requirements are the last thing I need. Dropped those by the wayside many miles back, they were only keeping me down anyway.
The clock. The time. Two minutes remaining. Surprised, again. I pick up the speed, but pace myself. I cannot afford to trip. The sub-par wordplay is in, a sprinkle of meta. Yes, this is it. This is what we fought for.
A couple seconds left. “Publish”. I made it, another post just in time.