I followed the routine. Finished the dishes got on the floor to clear the glass, and then the clock spoke to me again. It was ticking. I sat on the floor and remembered the last time there was broken wine glasses on my kitchen floor. The night that turned into a weekend on that floor. Breaking every glass that I had slamming it at the clock until it broke and stopped working. That was back in 2006. That was the day I broke my inner clock and stopped time. That was the day I died inside. That memory was heavy. I will save the details for another time. Just know, it was painful. I am still amazed that I physically stayed alive. I can’t believe I was still carrying that dead weight around since then.