I keep checking the time on my phone. It's 2:17. Then 2:23. Then 2:31. The numbers don't mean anything, but I can't stop looking.
The clock on the wall is still ticking. I never noticed how loud it was before. It's like it's the only thing moving in the whole room.
I tried reading, but the words blur together. I tried closing my eyes, but the dark feels too big. My legs are restless under the blanket.
Outside, there's no sound. No cars, no voices, nothing. Just the clock and my breathing.
I wonder if everyone else is asleep. I wonder if they're dreaming about something better than this.