but i'm thinking of what sarah said.

Sarah wrinkled her nose, unwrinkled her nose, and wrinkled it again. She felt nothing. Her left ear twitched correspondingly.

Sarah's reflection wrinkled its nose, unwrinkled its nose, and wrinkled its nose again. Her reflection felt nothing. Its right ear twitched correspondingly.

"Here goes nothing," Sarah thought as she brought the red-hot needle to her nose.

And there nothing went.

Sarah watched the clock tick backward. Sarah's reflection watched the minutes pass. It could not feel the tension settling into Sarah's motionless shoulder, elbow, hand, fingers; nor could it slowly feel the warmth of the needle dissipate. It only saw Sarah hold a quarter of an hour in her hand before letting go.

"Nothing goes here," the reflection thought.


[In response to a prompt for Microfiction to write about 15 minutes of time]