Tick, tock,โ whispers Wiress. I guide her in front of me and get her to lie down, stroking her arm to soothe her. She drifts off, stirring restlessly, occasionally sighing out her phrase. โTick, tock.โ โTick, tock,โ I agree softly. โItโs time for bed. Tick, tock. Go to sleep.
Suzanne CollinsIf I'm going to cry, now is the time. By morning, I'll be able to wash all the damage done by the tears from my face. But no tears come. I'm too tired or too numb to cry. The only thing I feel is a desire to be somewhere else. So I let the train rock me into oblivion.
Suzanne Collins