Crative Entry (Open Mic Reading)

When she woke up that morning she felt uncomfortable. She didn’t sleep a wink. However, she was wide awake. She looked at the watch that stood on the commode next to her bed. “Two hours left”, she thought. She felt how merciless the time was flying. She watched the second hand. Tick. Tick. Tick. Faster and faster. “That’s the strange thing about time”, she thought, “If you want her to pass by fast she won’t do you that favor. It seems as if one minute is forever. As if time knows how to make you feel helpless. We are so dependent on her aren’t we?” The coffee tasted different this morning. She tried to arrange her thoughts. She knew it was her duty. She had no other choice. No longer… It made perfect sense one month ago. But now? Something has changed but she didn’t know what. She decided to pull herself together. That was the only thing she could do. When she left her apartment she tried to look as ever. “People can only look in your face, not in your heart”, she thought. She enjoyed the distraction on the street. She felt relieved but she knew it was only for some minutes. When she arrived at the building the uncomfortable feeling came back. It was even worse now. She opened the big door with her trembling hands, passed slowly the hall and stopped at the big stairway. Every step she took made her heart beat faster…