Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Click, Click, Click

Click. Click. Click.
I feel the gentle throb as I press each key,
nervous, hoping it will pass.
Click. Click. Click.
The pressure getting higher,
the room growing darker,
coins growing smaller.
Click. Click. Click.
Almost steady now.
Click. Click.
Growing dizzy now.
Click.
Time for a nap.