A Christmas Task

Staring at clocks had become a regular part of most days. The boring, shatterproof clock in the gym which ticked away the seconds until training was over, the classic clock with the silver rim which always seemed to go slower the longer the professor talked, the quickly changing numbers on your phone's alarm clock which you would bit by bit move towards 6:45, 7, 7:05, 7:20, 7:25, 7:30, 7:45, 7:50 and 8 until it all became too much, so you would reluctantly switch it off and go back to sleep.