Bzzzt Bzzzt Bzzzt Bzzzt Bzzzt Bzzzt *thud*
Blrergharghgroan No please, not yet. Just a few more minutes, please let me sleep.
Yeah, yeah. You’re going to nag me about responsibility and shit until I get in the shower, aren’t you? My mouth tastes like litter box. That’ll motivate anybody right out of bed.
As I take off my wristwatch in preparation, I notice it’s glowing faintly blue. Wow, that looks weird. I can even see the gears whirling inside.
I fiddle with the watch stem, and I notice the sun…going back down again. Turn it forward, and the sun rises once more.
Gamers are familiar with third-person view, somewhere over the left shoulder of your avatar, staring over his back at the world. Rolling the watch stem forward, my body got dressed, had breakfast, went to work; all with me watching, a spectator. Everything was moving fast forward, a literal blur.
I watched me working on autopilot. Hah, I always knew deep down that was possible! I can stay solvent without ever experiencing the tedium. At the end of the workday, I stopped winding, and everything snapped back to normal.
The implications are enormous. I’ll finally get enough sleep!
200 words. Inspired by this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt:
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