<blockquote style="text-align: center; "><strong>He kept checking the time for “one whole day”…</strong></blockquote><p>He watched the hours pass</p><p>like they owed him something.</p><p>Morning came,</p><p>and he said,</p><p>“Not yet.”</p><p>Afternoon stretched itself thin,</p><p>and still,</p><p>“Not yet.”</p><p>Evening knocked softly,</p><p>but he turned his face away</p><p>as if waiting required darkness.</p><p>People came and went.</p><p>Conversations started</p><p>and ended without him.</p><p>The sky changed colors twice,</p><p>and still he waited</p><p>for the right moment to begin.</p><p>And when the day finally left,</p><p>quietly…</p><p>without asking permission,</p><p>he looked up "confused"...</p><p>like something had been taken.</p><p>So the clock answered him:</p><p>“You already spent it.”</p>
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