En cours de chargement...
Asphyxiated by fear, adrenaline courses up and down your arms like Bernstein conducting the Philharmonic. Your knees buckle, your mouth tastes like sand; your heart pounds like a time bomb; tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick. You wait for the explosion, but it never comes; it just keeps, tick, tick, tick, tick, ticking. Your head rings with the commotion of a thousand chimes clanging in such a cacophony, you don't hear yourself scream. Did she really just say Alzheimer's?
