Five More Minutes

You’re always about five minutes away from death.

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You’re always about five minutes away from death. I read that somewhere once. My clock has already started ticking down. I’m trying not to panic, but it’s nearly impossible.

I can’t see anything. My eyes are open but there is nothing but blurred outlines of shapes. I try to blink my vision clear, but it’s hopeless.