The clock strikes 12. The alarm rings.
Lunch. Break-time. An excuse to leave your desk - legitimately.
Yet you sit there, unmoving, not waiting for anything at all. You're just... wondering at how much difference it can make. It. No one knows really what it is. For you, it is a lot of things. And a lot of things, converged at one place, at one time, can surely make a great difference.
People mill all around you. They oddly stare at you, wondering why you're left there, contemplating. The clock had struck 12 already, after all.
Yet you stay.
The clock strikes 12. The alarm rings.
Cinderella story. Curfew. Grounding opportunities when you're not home by then.
But that was past, and now, the party has just begun. You're a loser if you go home before then. So to save face, you endure a couple more minutes of grinding, loud music and rounds of tequila shots.
Does this bother you? No. Not quite. You just stare quietly ahead. Looking, but not really seeing the other people. Is it indifference or haughtiness, others ask. You know it may be both, but not quite both.
Time changes everything. And how difference time makes!
The clock has struck 12. It has set things and people into motion. But then again, it is not your clock.
So you stay.
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