Time waxed and waned, it wasn’t normal, it wasn’t linear, it seemed to move differently or not at all. Time crept slower than the last hour before summer vacation. Luke felt he was outside his own body, watching himself stand alone in the entryway, legs and feet encased in concrete. Thought came but not in sequence. Poison had taken over his body and mind, desperate for an antidote ... Luke just wanted it over.
“Hey Luke. I’m still in the office. What’s up?” Nancy responded to Luke’s call.
“I’m sick.”
“What? Are you ok? Do you have a fever? I can get the thermometer from the bathroom closet and check if you want?”
“It’s not that kind of sick.” Luke remained in the entryway, his voice barely above a whisper.
“What do you mean? Hang on, Luke. I’m having a hard time hearing. Where is the volume control on this app? Let me turn this music down quick.”