Board Thread:Shitposting/Random crap/@comment-32659957-20170910084843

We locked eyes, trying to see what the other had going through their head, trying to force our way into the other's mind. She crouched down low, baring her teeth; her legs pulsing with energy. I stood up, stepping behind the office chair. I pushed it in, not even breaking eye contact. Still, we stood, eyes still locked in a silent, but intense battle of the mind. And I wasn't about to back down.

Ten minutes, we stood, unwavering in our fight. I could feel it was drawing to a close. Neither of us had blinked yet. My eyes felt like they were shriveling up, drying like raisins on a hot, sunny day. My body did all it could, and my cheek tickled as a tear made its way down to my chin. I didn't dare scratch the itch, even if it burned it's way into my chin. I wanted to scratch that itch so badly, but if I did, I would be a goner. And so, I held myself back. It was the only way.

Suddenly, her eyes widened. The alarm clock had went off, the sudden beeping noise piercing the silent air like a gunshot. I flinched, and it was all over.

That was when my cat pounced, arms stretched outwards and claws extended.  