I sat
naked
on a block of wood
the light glared in my eyes
and the brightness combined
with lack of sleep
made me struggle to keep
them open.
I stared at one spot
until I started to see faces
in the wallpaper.
the room was mostly
silent
as people sketched
the only sound for me to focus on
was Jack Johnson’s crooning voice
as each song played
sounding more and more like the last
I desperately clung to any sign of
the passage of time
one song, two song, three songs
how many songs does it take to make up 20 minutes?
It’s funny how 20 minutes can seem like a second
or a lifetime
in this case, placed on display
unable to move my limbs
to scratch my nose
or to wiggle my foot
it feels like an eternity
and I wonder if it will ever pass
as soon as I think it
the timer chimes
and my 20 minutes are up.
Mermaid Musings 