suspended

It feels like a large metal ball weighing down the center of your chest. I say chest, but it’s actually closer to the center of your being. Waiting, there's nothing you can do but listen to ambient noises that’ll keep the time in new units that aren’t seconds or what is familiar to us as time. Details of your surroundings seep in - the faint tinkle of music in the assistant principal’s office. The seemingly overpowering, in fact, annoying hum of the laptop cart. The occasional tang of bolt on hole in doors sweeping by… suspended.