“Happy Saturday, chickadee.”
“It’s Saturday already?”
“Four minutes after midnight.”
“That went fast.”
“I know.”
“Does it always go this fast?”
“What do you mean?”
“When it’s quiet, and you’re happy, and everything just seems perfect because it’s the middle of the night and everyone is asleep except you and you have the whole world to yourself.”
“I don’t know, chickadee. Maybe it does. Probably it does.”
“That’s sad, I think.”
“Me too, me too.”
“I wish we could pause it. And then we would never have to worry about time running out. That would be perfect.”
“I agree. But tonight we have to sleep. You have work in the morning.”
“I don’t care.”
“But I do. Go to sleep, chickadee.”
“If you insist.”
“I do. Goodnight, darling.”
“Goodnight.”
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