Time...

You lie sleeping. Your breathings slows. Your brain begins to relax.

Your body hibernates. Conserves. Shuffles on anything unnecessary or auxiliary.

Does time work differently for you than it does for me? While you sleep and I sit, awake and alert, are you gaining seconds? Are you slowing time? Will I age faster than you? Will the white in my hair shine through while your hair stays dark? Will wrinkles crease my brow as you remain youthful? Will I die that much sooner than you do? Will you have wished you had stayed awake?

But that remains to be seen. Farther down our string of time. For now, you lie asleep, your head filled with Phillip Glass dreams. I sit awake, watching the seconds pass through the air and out the open window.

Funny how we don't have a clock.