One Offs

Anti-Anticipation

The anticipation is deafening. The pounding of my heartbeat as I pace endlessly back and forth. Twenty-two more minutes. The unceasing thoughts, racing, whispering, screaming begging.
Racing. Whispering. Screaming. Begging.
Racing. Whispering. Screaming. Begging.
Whispering. Begging. Screaming.
Screaming.

The roar is deafening. The shivers and the uneasiness. Nineteen more minutes. Fire on a short fuse, ticking steadily along. Even the deeper breaths are shallow now. My mouth begins to water in anticipation. I feel the pang in the back of my throat.
Whispering. Begging. Screaming.
The ticking grows louder.

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