nefariously
I have one minute to write this.
Gosh, this is hard.
Why writer's block now?
The purple bar is growing.
My palms develop sweat.
The song I am listening to rings throughout my ears.
The "ding" sound is triggered.
The message appears.
"Time's up! Finish up your last sentence and click the button to submit."
I slide my finger along the laptop mousepad to the lavender button.
Click.