I stare at the clock.
I do not want time to go on tonight.
I do not want.
For the first time in my life, upwards and onwards is not what I want.
I want some more time.
Like one of those entrance exam questions, where you just want another minute to work on it, and you know you will get it.
Ten points. Or an admission. Or some imagined rank.
I want another minute.
I am not where I wanted to be.
I need one more minute.