The Wait

She looked at her phone. The black screen reflected her melancholic mood. Her head resting on the soft pillow seemed to be heavier with time.
The time that was being taken for a single tick to double itself was killing her and she never knew something more painful. Her eyes grew heavier and the ticking of the clock was the only sound that could be echoed in the dark room. Slowly, her eyelids lost its fight against her will to wait and finally totally surrendered to the welcoming sleep. When her eyes closed completely, she removed her hands from the phone and it fell ever so slightly on the bed near her mane. And as if that was a cue, the phone vibrated and a small alert tune came from it, which mingled itself with the tune from the hands of the clock and went away without reaching the ears of the soul sleeping with expectations.