waxing

My watch ticks like a time bomb on a made-for-television movie.

I drop a jar of sprinkles and cringe awaiting a dread cry from the other room.

But none comes.

"Slow down", I chide myself with clenched teeth, but silently inside my head.

Respite.

Ice clanks in the freezer.

"Is the snow falling diagonally because I live on a hill?", I wonder looking out the window to stretch my ocular muscles, then decide I don't wanna think that hard today.