I wake up and check my watch – I don’t even know why I do that anymore, time doesn’t matter to me – and it’s only 11:00. Shade beside me is still listening, considering he has hearing better than a dog and cat put together. He looks at me.

“Yet again, the amazing Heather sleeps for thirty minutes and looks recharged.”

“And feels recharged,” I reminded him, looking out the window. “The bank isn’t open.”

“Duh,” he tells me. “They can’t play with time the way you do.”

“Is that supposed to make me sound hot?”

“Do you want it to?”

“Don’t be stupid.”

“Whatever.”