Time
I’ve done this to myself…
Thankfully, I fall asleep quickly. I’m exhausted, with all that has happened today. When I wake, Time isn’t in the bed, instead standing at the balcony. I suppose immortals like him are above sleeping. He’s shirtless, the rising sun casting a mix of orange and pink across him. It takes me a moment to muster up enough courage to get out of bed.
We leave for the next time frame at midday. Time doesn’t seem anxious anymore, just focused. Just as we were about to leave, standing in the middle of the room with Time’s hand on my arm, he hesitates, turning to look at me.
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