Minimal Apricity

I gauge the jitters in the hall, rendering all my attention to this exam for the next 3 hours, regardless of whether I cruise through it or struggle with it. Every passing minute makes my hand cramp into an undecipherable writing, switching between a fogging brain to going 7K RPM. I outpour this piling anxiety by restlessly moving my feet while being at war.

Sweating in the minimal apricity falling through the window, I rest my hands once they go numb and observe how calm everything on the outside looks while I sit in this chamber of distress. Nothing seems more tempting than leaving the exam hall at the moment. For a second, I compare being at the mercy of a pouring hourglass to everything outside these four walls. As I delve on this floating thought in my head I reach a conclusion that being at the mercy of a ticking clock implies the end of distress and misery once the time is up. Likewise, all misery is at the mercy of a ticking clock, bound to fade away. If not completely, then to the point of making peace with it. Does everyone outside the window find solace with the fact that at times misery merely makes it's cameo for a short footage. 

Post this inner dialogue lasting a New York minute, I conclude my newfound 'exam hall' analogy, to the pre-existing cliche, "time heals". I snap out of it with the obnoxious siren calls of the invigilator, ramping up the jitters of anxious souls as I resume my undecipherable scribbling "the powers of gubernatorial office...."