OUROBOROS

How long were we all in that room?

Honestly.

I couldn’t rightly tell ya.

No matter if you asked me to give you a random guesstimation…..

Or wanted an absolute timeframe calculated down to the exact final second of a nanosecond.

Or whatever the smallest known measurement of Time is.

Hang on: lemme look that up.

Grabbing my iPhone, fingers curling around the familiar green case (grounding me in a sense of familiar comfort) and tapping to unlock the screen (Stitch from Lilo and Stitch, Disney) I pull up the internet.

Which is apparently known as a Zeptosecond: Thank You Google!

Huh, okay.

Well that’s something new I learned today.

Tonight?

Are we still in the time-stream?

Or are we outside of it?

Whatever.

 Back on topic.

Let me make one thing clear for your pretty little heads to absorb into that delightful mass of squishy pulsating electrical grey-matter currently as well as safely encapsulated within the cavity of your skulls; called a brain.

I’m not in charge of keeping track of every single miniscule strand that coagulated into the amount of the chronological spectrum swirling inside the vast cosmic omniverse!

That’s Clockworks’ job.

Not. Mine.

For me; being assigned the job of the Master of Time would turn out to be vastly different.

Keeping all of said chronological spectrum from an absolute world-ending apocalyptical doom; would result in either a massive brain-fart leading to my death or by a lovely scene of sudden and inexplicable body implosion.

Probably the first option.

Or perhaps the second option.

Actually, I think it’d be both options in tandem resulting in my kicking the bucket.

Bleh.

Even thinking about it; not a flattering picture in my head.

AT ALL.

Mostly just a smoking crater full of smoldering ichor.

Gross.

I like my brain and body in one piece; thank you very much.

Brain-fart and Body Implosion free.

Wouldn’t you agree?