As seconds tick by and minutes turn to hours; a simple reminder is all it takes to denounce all comfort that an hour brings. As the saying goes - "lyke a man that in peril of drowning catcheth whatsoeuer cometh next to hand...be it neuer so simple a sticke".
Tightening his grip on a lone pen, he resumes his writing on what was once an empty sheet of paper. Heat, creeps in lazily to the enclosed room. Its occupants soon find themselves overwhelmed by drowsiness and lethargy.
Summoning the last of his strength, he scribbles down his answer...impatient to get the damned thing over with.
It is done.
Heaving a sigh of relief, his muscles relaxes and the pen that was clamped to his right hand earlier slides down to its final resting place - a green canvas pencil case. Leaning back into his chair, feeling all recalcitrance melting away, a feeling of euphoria and jubilation takes over...for he knows that, now, freedom welcomes him into her loving arms.
Tightening his grip on a lone pen, he resumes his writing on what was once an empty sheet of paper. Heat, creeps in lazily to the enclosed room. Its occupants soon find themselves overwhelmed by drowsiness and lethargy.
Summoning the last of his strength, he scribbles down his answer...impatient to get the damned thing over with.
It is done.
Heaving a sigh of relief, his muscles relaxes and the pen that was clamped to his right hand earlier slides down to its final resting place - a green canvas pencil case. Leaning back into his chair, feeling all recalcitrance melting away, a feeling of euphoria and jubilation takes over...for he knows that, now, freedom welcomes him into her loving arms.
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