Floating

Floating
By Vance Berk

I am alone, floating in a sphere. My eyes, they feel glazed over as if I am gazing through a window of wax paper, but I can still see my eyes reflected back at me from the confining wall of the sphere. There is nothing outside this sphere; that is what I'd like to think as I remain enclosed within this increasingly questionable thing. There is nothing I can feel outside the orb's hold.

I ponder the rationality of a situation such as this - in great detail, I must say - yet I come to no definite conclusion to my condition. The mystery of this sphere had no answer, yet her I wait, wondering the answer to a question without.

Tick-tock

I hear a clock in the distance, yet still my vision is confined to there sphere and the shadow that surrounds it.

Tick-Tock!

There it goes again!

Tick-Tock! Tick-Tock!

Time, time, what is the time? I do not know this answer, for it had never occurred to me that a thing such as time could exist in a place such as this. Though there is no clock to be seen there is in fact time.

Tick-Tock

I need to get out of here while there's still time.