You often wish fear were this big mass you could manipulate, shape, smash, incorporate with other things until it would be a weaker version of what is today. You wish fear could transform into something childish, and familiar, and naive like plasticine. But now, instead, you feel it like a rock, settling in your stomach. You probably feel like this because you have no idea what the future will be, and it terrifies you not to know. So, you are scared because the cat is under the sofa and you are not sure if she can get out. You are scared of that mosquito bite that it looks different somehow, of the table of the library that is not completely clean. It was long before you felt like this. But there is no point in talking about it. that you already learned. After all, is just a feeling and no one knows how to express them efficiently. Anyway, you are sure that even if you talk about it, you could not shake it. You cannot stop being afraid of others, they seem so unreliable. You cannot stop being afraid of opportunities, who knows what dark prisons they may bring. And most of all you cannot stop being afraid of moving, because maybe if you don’t move if you don’t do anything at all if you stay so, so still, time may stop too. Maybe you can trick the clock. Maybe you can stop and think, but only, if everyone else is freezing too. Because if time goes on, the phone may ring, and the future may start without asking for your permission. And you know that your guts always reject change, adventures, challenges. And so, you lie. No one would possibly understand that although you keep changing you are terrified by it. You are like a small terrorist. But only for yourself. In the end, you know that you do it because the one thing that terrifies you most is not to change at all. Because this same you are getting old, and the house is getting smaller, and you need to keep going in front. No time to stop. But if you move right now from this position under the protection of your sheets be sure that time will immediately start ticking again. After all, there is no escape. No monster stays under the bed forever. And maybe is time to move.