Claustrophobia. Agoraphobia. Geniophobia.

Charlie wished he had one of these. The sun just peaked over the horizon and he could feel it close in on him like he was standing between two colliding freight trains.

“I hate mornings.” Charlie exclaimed as he did every morning.

His damp prison of a cubicle, the clock rolled slower than it ever had before. Life seemed to move at regular pace, but the clock never moved. Once again, the fear of the morning has crippled Charlie and time seemed to drag on forever.

“The hell?” Charlie express as he raked his finger through the beard on his face.

What felt like a months worth of growth was present on his face, though Charlie knew he shaved just twenty minutes prior. Was this his fear? It’s no longer psychological. The phone rang, but the clock never changed.

“Charlie, we need to discuss these reports you filed yesterday.” said Lipz
“Sorry, I’m not feeling…”

Black.

Coroner’s report showed Charlie dying of natural causes.

Charlie aged 70 years in 2 hours.