that feeling when your heart sends copious amounts of blood rushing through your body. It floods you, and leaves you feeling warm. Your heart is racing, your brain is pounding, your extremities go numb, your mouth becomes slightly dry, and your eyes grow wide. And, almost instantaneously, your body grows still, quiet, and then, cold.
It's
that stiffness in your limbs. They were once reliable, but now useless. As your brain circles out of the daze, you're left facing this unfathomably distressing situation and you can't even take command of your body.
It's
the yearning for the stillness of your reality to speed-up. You would **** to have the sand in the dial glide fluidly through the passage of concavity, at a faster rate. But the grains become too big and too thick for the slenderness of the glass; they stick together, dam the passage, and clog time.