They say people who wear watches are more conscientious. So I bought one, gold faced, with little white crystals studded to each hour. The hands are gold and slender as a spear. It sits in a velvet box in a plain paper bag which I twisted into a knot. I left the bag on the floor and because I had dinner plans it was lost in a pile of clothes and after a few days and a quick clean it found its way under my bed. At night, in the complete dark, I can hear the steady click of it as it counts each second. I go completely still and then to sleep knowing one day it will stop, that I will need to take it out of the bag and the box to wear on my wrist before it does. To remind me of something. What was it. What was it.


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