A calm before the storm, a soundless sky,

A blank computer screen, a ticking clock,

I jump to warp, stars stretch as they stream by,

To the future I fly, my mind is blocked.

The hum of a fan, swirling cool air blows.

The squishy weight on my feet as I lie,

The purrs of a cat lightly buzz from my toes,

And sweep to my chest. I can’t even try

To stop the madness; with blind hope I gaze

Up at the ceiling. I listen, I think,

Or try not to. Frozen, engulfed in haze

Of impending doom or Mercy’s reprieve.

In the dark on my own bed here at last,

I wait impatiently for time to pass.