The chime clock’s arms reached twelve and a loud dong left the recently oiled machine. Just a few metres away, under the table of what could have been any living room, two lovers were on their knees and crawling towards the middle, far from judging stares.
“I wish time would stand still and we could stay here forever.”
“If time hadn’t existed, this moment never would’ve come,” he smiled.
“There you go again.”
“Time is moments, one after another, like this one which will soon pass.”
“Well I don’t understand it and I don’t like it.”
“Of course! It’s normal you don’t understand. You just got here, you haven’t seen it yet. We’re all blind to time, we only see it when it’s gone by: in photographs, in our memories…”
The second to last bell rang from the living room clock; it was already almost midnight. They looked at each other impatiently.
“Come on, gimme a kiss”, he said.
“I don’t know if we have enough time.”