Oh so Little Time

To start this moment, one needs a subject or a topic and then proceed with a cause for this to happen. It will only last a noticeably short amount of time yet keep you wishing for more.

Though time is not only limited and about to cease, but you can also only make one decision that could alter your life in a huge way, because of that decision you make. It can be in the blink of an eye, that what you wish for may be in your favor or may work against you. Either way you have so little time to make that decision in.

You look all around you and you notice that you are alone, all by yourself. You were not aware of this before, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, the only clock ticks away as the moment lingers on for what seems an eternity.

You need the time to think this through, yet you are not sure where you want to begin, begin to make your decision that will alter your life forever. You are starting to sweat and become anxious. You are wanting more time to decide, but tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, the ticking is getting louder and more annoying as you are panicking.

You look again, seeing the hands on this clock are not the usual hands, but more like hands reddening your final demise if you do not make this decision like immediately. It starts to get hotter in the room, with the walls closing in towards you and making you wish you were never there, especially since you were not aware of this split-second decision needed to be made like right now.

"How can this moment be rushed and hurried like this?" "What happens if you do not make a decision and it winds up being your last time making such an important decision?" "Is there a penalty for not be sure of the decision you are needing to make?"

Tick tock, Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, wow that is causing me to not focus on making this decision that will change my life forever, which is making you sweat more than usual. The clock is pulling itself free of the wall it has been hung upon. It nears your seat you had only recently noticed you were in. This cannot be good, you know it can be a certain sign you are in big trouble.

You see the clock pull up a chair to sit with you, all the while starting to take on the shape of a human being, one that is resembling you in more way than one.

You jump up, trying to run not walk away, without making a decision that will alter your life. You turn to run away, when this other you grabs hold of you, turns you to face yourself and takes on a different face. The face of time is no longer as it was but more like the Grim Reaper.

This Grim Reaper is not a friend but more a messenger of Death. It looks to you like the Three Ghosts of Christmas, in Scrooge. It cannot be good to see this character, as Time is part of an evil trio. They all have nothing to bring you nor promise you.

As the tick tock, tick tock finally is passing, the tick ticking becomes louder more deafening than before, like being sounded through a bull horn.

You try to hold your hands over your ears, but the noise becomes increasingly more annoying and more unbearable. You are not sure what decision to make, then you finally decide to do so, unwillingly.

You are about to meet your fate, when the alarm clock goes off, you open your eyes, realize you are in your bed, in your bedroom. You wake up slowly, rise and meet the morning grumpily.

You were just dreaming again, or more so having an odd and weird nightmare that was not too scary and decided to get up. As you make your way into the bathroom, you decide to shower and refresh. Making your way later into your kitchen, you start the coffee maker, while heading to your refrigerator to pick out what to eat with your coffee.

You fix both and as you are eating, the clock in the living room starts ticking loudly, loud enough to make you realize you are still in your dream/nightmare.

You go in to pick up and throw the clock, to stop the noise, when you are greeted by the Grim Reaper, who is extending their bony hand pointing at you.

You are not impressed and try to withdraw from its strong grasp. Away you are pulled into a vortex, and everything vanishes. You are falling faster, until you stop suddenly. You get up and dust yourself off.

You look around and wonder where you are. You walk this way and walk that way, before mentally think of how you can get out of here. The Grim Reaper speaks to you.

"There is no way out and this is what your uncertainty in making a split decision has brought you". "You will be forever with no relief in sight and no way to know anything from before you arrived".

You are in shock at the idea of this being your final resting place. It is certain that you should decide fast before you are lost, and no one remembers you from before. As you make your decision, you then return to your life and wake up with a splitting headache.

You see it is dark, and you are in an ally way. A hand extends towards you, to help you stand up. It looks like the Grim Reaper, but it is your friend Chuck. He is trying to get you home, so you can sleep off your being drunk.

Then as he drops you off, you wake up the next day, with only the memory of having to decide, in a short amount of time.