The curved glass face is framed by shiny silver titanium.
When the light hits the edges, the shine is magnified and the time stands out.
The row of six white stitches stand at attention on the black leather band.
The worn leather near the clasp shows clear signs of wear, as tiny brown marks slowly appear with age.
The feel so comfortable, banded to my left wrist, only to leave when there is a fear of water.
The simple joy of being able to always tell the time brings a smile to my face.
A Christmas present that I didn’t ask for, but has become a daily part of life.
Knowing how happy it makes my mom every time she sees how well she knows my style.
The small black numbers, now an insurance that I never write the wrong date on my papers.
The comforting knowledge that I can now discretely count down the minutes in my classes without annoying my teachers.
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