Tick tock goes the clock and she is awake, before the bell. She looks at the ceiling tiles, knowing the camera can’t catch that corner where a large spider sits, spinning, spinning, creating.
Tick tock goes the clock and she recalls the letter. Refused. Non-viable. Too old.
Tick tock goes the clock and the spider spins her web, making a home for her babies. Tick tock, tick tock goes her biological clock.
Up she jumps, hidden from the mechanical eye: smash, swipe, squish.
Tick tock, tick tock. BBBBZZZZZZZ. The lights come on, the TV burst into life. Her day begins.