

Oh, how slowly time goes by when you're waiting for a call. A quarter, half an hour, an hour goes by - time has definitely stopped. And it seems that something terrible is lurking in the silence, unheard. You already wish the bell would not ring: you are afraid of it. Let the terrible thing come, since it is inevitable, but not now. Then, exhausted, you lose sight of time. And time, without hurrying or lingering, creeps on, just as indifferently. The still, imperturbable silence still envelops you. You sense shadows, harbingers of doom, crawling through walls and searching for prey. You feel a chill in your back, you begin to shudder for no reason. Suddenly you jump up, as if you heard the bell. But no: you heard it only in your imagination. The unknowable is still imminent, and nothing dares to break the silence, which is beyond your power.🏃♀️👌😘