Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no!
This is not my first thought
this morning, but it might as
well be; it’s the one that wakes
me up. And into what? This
wholly indeterminate day. Put
that way, I’ve given this morning
entirely too much power, and
must spend the rest of it con
niving, manipulating, sucking
the air out of it, in order that it
might be positively mine. Oh,
goddess of the daylight hours,
grant me the confidence to over
see such a reversal. I shall rule
one yet, a continual sequence
of hours spun wholly around
and singularly for me.
