She fell asleep, senseless romance in her hand. She found herself staring at a clock. It was dark around her, the only thing she could see was the huge clock face. Each number over six inches tall. The ticking of the clock reverberated through her. The six faded off the round shining face. She felt vertigo. She wondered what it meant. The five fell and disintegrated before it hit the unseen floor. Time stuttered. The seconds flicked past the missing give and six. Time sped around the clock. She tried to remember what she was doing at five pm. Nothing. No memory of any five pm. The watched the seven flicker then buzz as it started smoking. It popped. Gone. She lost two more hours of memories every day of her life. She felt herself spinning, losing memories that made her herself. She struggled to hold them. Three more numbers went while she tried to focus and deal with an impossible reality. This had to be a dream. The two was gone. So many priceless memories with it. No enemy to fight, just an erratic clock. She hit the clock with her fists. It hurt. The one from the 12 started peeling off. She pushed at it with her fingers. It struggled against her like a snake, whipping madly. She focus on the numbers and on the 12 staying, staring so hard her eyes burned. She had to keep that number whole. If she could just stop it, she could maybe find a way to get the other numbers back. Time stretched on. The struggle continued. Midnight struck her down. She didn't expect the deep resonating tone. She was distracted. The numbers slipped away leaving the clock face a yawning empty space glaring at her.
She couldn't remember who she was, what it was. She stared for a while, trying to remember anything. Nothing.
She shook her head. The clock faded and shadows consumed her.
The clock shrunk and shifted back into the harmless watch face on the wrist of an elegant young gentleman with a smart suit and quick smile.
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