Time’s Weight
The weight of time became almost tangible in the room. Every tick of the clock seemed to stretch out, making seconds feel like minutes, and minutes like hours.
The itch on Rachel’s head, once her primary concern, now seemed trivial compared to her current predicament. She slumped against the wall, trying to fight the tears that threatened to spill.
Would she ever get out of this room? The uncertainty was a heavy burden, one she wasn’t sure she could bear.