Tick, tick, tick... The sound of the clock seemed to reverberate through Spencer's head like hammer blows. Each tick felt like a relentless strike to his mind, making it impossible to find solace in sleep. It had been hours since he'd gotten into bed, yet his chest ached with a mix of frustration and restlessness. He couldn't shake off the feeling that had settled over him like a storm cloud, refusing to let him sleep. Tossing the blanket aside, he let out a frustrated growl.
"GAAH! Just shut up already!" He glared at the clock, which seemed to have a vendetta against his peace of mind. Unexpectedly, the ticking ceased. Spencer's eyes widened with disbelief. "No way! Did I really make it stop ticking? Did it just run out of battery now?" He chuckled at the strange coincidence, feeling as if he had wielded some sort of magic.
