20 minutes to go,
The time ticks slower and slower,
The rush of trying to look busy starts to fade,
The piercing eyes behind me haunt my every move, from the click of my mouse to the blinks of my eye. There’s no escaping this monster, not for another 18 minutes.
17 minutes to go, the smile starts to quiver as the light begins to shine.
The road is almost at its end, and the monster returns to its slumber.
But not till tomorrow,
Tomorrow till I fight the beast again.
15 minutes to go.
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