The colorless nature of the black skies seemed to consume all of the *day burned objects, thus revealing the once hidden and n***d pale skin of the moon. Blankets and covers hung onto the night shaded mattress while they drowned into a twisted mass of material on the carpeted floors.
The red digits of the mechanical machine which could tell time stared hauntingly at nothing, as if it were making an empty threat to somebody.
It seemed to be counting up to something, as it’s red digits slowly changed into the next number and the next number after that. This process would occur only after every sixty seconds. The event was estranged from one which might be considered normal. One might have expected something to happen eventually.
For there are so many of the sixty seconds which occur th
