High Noon
by Adrian
· 06/02/2026
Published 06/02/2026 17:30
The sun is hitting the radiator
at an angle I don’t recognize.
It’s 11:45 and the world
has been moving for hours without me.
I didn't hear the vibration or the chime.
The red 'PM' light on the clock
is a small, unblinking eye
staring at the ruin of my Tuesday.
The silence of the hallway is a weight.
I am wide awake now,
with nowhere I am allowed to go.