I recalled the dream I had had years ago, which also took place in the meadows. However, now, I hadn’t been alone, and I felt a sense of vague solace. I felt the cool metal of the watch in my hand, it’s minutes ticking by. I was as exhilarated as Alice in Wonderland yet apprehensive as Cinderella. Except I wasn’t dreading 12:00—I was awaiting it. For her, the magic had ended at midnight. But for me, my heart would feel at ease once more at noon.
So I waited. The time seemed to drag on for hours, and I was slowly and quietly despairing. I lay on the grass, idly looking up at the sky and at the wildflowers surrounding me. What did Casimir have to go back for? And why was he making me wait? Did he still love me? Then, I remembered a bible verse that I had memorized in earlier years. At the time, it was the most important thing that I could ever know.