The Ticking Clock

The clock next to my bed is an old-fashioned looking one that makes that *tick tick* noise as the seconds pass. Yesterday I looked at the clock and realized that the second hand was actually shivering between two points with each sound, so the ticking meant nothing. 

Maybe this is why time seems to be moving so slowly these days.
 Maybe the clock wasn't ticking away time after all. 

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