The Unreal World

Tick Tock Tick Tock. The colour continued to fade from Trevor Harris' thick knuckles as his hands clasped tighter around his coffee mug. Still full, it's golden contents were now becoming a less attractive murky brown. Opening his eyes he flung back his and fixing his eyes on the black and white square tiles he tried to focus. Exhaling loudly he again looked at the post-it note his P.A, Sheila had left stuck to his plasma monitor.