10:21 A.M.
Dark clouds creep across the sun, and soon smother its light. Outside, the once glimmering Bay freezes. The walls, the carpet, and the comforter pulled over me turn gray, harden, like ash. Another minute begins to slip away on the analog clock across the room.
I measure each solid thud in my chest.
Sixty-six, sixty-seven—twisting the edge of the Egyptian cotton sheet around and around my finger—sixty-eight, sixty-nine.
Sixty-eight beats per minute.
10:22 A.M.
Dark clouds creep across the sun, and soon smother its light. Outside, the once glimmering Bay freezes. The walls, the carpet, and the comforter pulled over me turn gray, harden, like ash. Another minute begins to slip away on the analog clock across the room.
I measure each solid thud in my chest.
Sixty-six, sixty-seven—twisting the edge of the Egyptian cotton sheet around and around my finger—sixty-eight, sixty-nine.
Sixty-eight beats per minute.
10:22 A.M.