I could feel the ticking time; the rushing of sand down the narrow neck of an hourglass. And at the bottom of the hourglass, I lay silent, slowly covered by soft yet discomforting sand. I feel the pressure; I feel the unwavering and building strength of time, pressing against my relatively weaker and powerless body. I fight hard but even through the thin neck, it is relentless. Slowly, I get buried- leg first, torso next and then finally, darkness is all I see. I become irrational because to breathe means to take in the sand, but not to breathe means I am dead. Either way, there's no escape. I breathe, and I feel the rushing of cold crystals down my throat, cutting it as I do so. I choke on metallic blood, and then I drown in the powers of time. Take me away time, come onto me hard and fast and not leave me in such pain and misery.