Nothingness; absolute nothing… No tunnel, no bright lights. Just nothing…
Quarter to three… Fifteen minutes left.
A distinctive vibration comes from his pocket, he knows this vibration too well and at quarter to three, it can only mean one thing…
He instantly terminates his work and cautiously raises the rugged Nokia onto his lap and glances at the message: “TIME”.
Ten to three.
Trying to concentrate on the lesson. The gloomy corners of the room appear to be darkening and expanding with every breath he takes.
The voice of the teacher becoming a monotonous blur as time increases its pace.
Five to three.
Pulse rising. Sweat slipping down his brow. Now detached from the lesson completely.
And the room; swelling and dimming, faster and faster as he attempts to retain his composure.
The students are stuffing their bags with their books in a desperate rush to escape. Trembling; he arranges his work in an orderly pile, places them in his rucksack and stands.
Now walking toward the door, absorbing the creaks of the wooden ground.