The tick tock of a clock that sounds like the boom boom of a bass drum in the dark on a silent night is keeping me awake. It sounds like a time bomb, ready to explode at any moment.

Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. Boom?

I can’t ignore it. No matter how hard I try. The tick tock just won’t go away.

I’m scared. What if it really is a time bomb? What if it blows me to smithereens?

I know the clock in question. I have seen it many times. I have held it many times. It’s smooth and brown and carved in the shape of a dog with funny ears and giant googly eyes. If it were a real dog it would be cute. But it could be a tiny time bomb and that’s not cute.

I won’t know if it’s a time bomb unless it explodes and blows me to smithereens. And until then, I will lay awake on a pillow made of gold every night waiting for it to blow.

The tick tock of a clock that sounds like the boom boom of a bass drum in the dark on a silent night is keeping me awake for the rest of my life.

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