Come What May

There is a constant silence in the room. It is a little later than midnight. Everyone's asleep. I lay flat on my bed, looking straight to the ceiling or may be beyond. Everything is so still, as if the world has come to a halt. I almost hear my heartbeat muffled by a little louder sound of the wall clock that hangs somewhere in the room. 

Tick - tick - tick. The hands of the clock steadily move.

The world may seem to have stopped, but the ultimate driver - Time - is still on, as if saying - Come what may, breathe in breath out and move on!