Time

I wish I had the time. A constant thought that plagued my mind. It got to the point that all I thought about was hours, minutes and seconds. I didn’t even have time for time anymore.

So I packed my bags, put on my sleep mask and took a nap.

Three hundred and sixty-five days later, I woke up, refreshed. I yawned, my back a bit sore and my socks a little worn.

But he was still there, staring me down, Time.

So I took out a chainsaw and now I have all the time in the world. Bits and pieces, scattered across my lasagna, replacing my salt and pepper. Sometimes even as a night time snack.

Always there to comfort me, but no longer there to torture me with his constant hourly chimes.

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