--I wrote Time-Less for the sci-fi competition, so this is the follow on from that. xx--

I have Dreams. Dreams which I can't explain. Dreams that feel so real, it's as if they are memories. Sometimes I feel as if I am awake, and it's happening in front of me, other times, I just dream of nothing. It's either The Dream, or just a blank. Something happened to me in reality. Something I can't remember when I have my eyes open; but when I sleep, relive it in flashes.


2. It's Time...

"Waste your money, and you're out of money but waste your time and you've lost part of your life."

Michael LeBoeuf

I watch her now.

I have developed an interest in her; that human.

She's different. Not normal.

An anomaly. 

Although, my patience grows thin every time I see her waste me; I keep telling myself that she no longer understands the agony I go through each day and each night when I am wasted.

For some reason, I feel as though she is important.

I don't understand why, but I know she must live.

I've saved her several times now from Grim and Reaper, much to their annoyance; rewinding time to before the incident which would cause her death and preventing it from happening.

Due to this, I have fallen out with some of the Unseen; namely Light. He seems to hate how I interrupt his daylight hours with my rewinding and pausing. Both Darkness and Wind do not seem to care as much. However, Grim despises me for the amount of interference I'm causing with this girls life.

But I am Time. 

I don't care what they think of me, or want to do to me. I am the only one who can truly kill another of the Unseen. 

I've done it before, much to the agitation to the Creator, but it was necessary, and I was quickly forgiven after explaining myself.

I have to be careful around this girl. She can see me, unlike any other human. Despite what Light believes, I do not purposefully take back time at any and every opportunity. Though I do relish annoying him, rewinding myself is aggravating to say the least. It also means I have to relive the pain of people wasting me.

I peer through the window, silently watching her sip a warm beverage from a mug. She seems to have odd hours of waking and sleeping for a human. I quickly pull back as she stands up and places the mug in her sink, and watch as she silently pads her way across to her room.

I've seen her during her sleep. She has trouble sometimes; tossing and turning, throwing off the bed covers.

I walked across the air towards her bedroom window. I could hear her breathing already slowing. She was tired.

Silently, I passed through her wall. I stood as still as if I had frozen my incorporeal body in place, and watched as she drifted to sleep, something foreign to myself; someone who had never experienced sleep.

As all of the Unseen had been created as embodiment's of certain aspects in this continuum, none of us have ever needed to sleep, eat or drink. We do not feel hunger, exhaustion or thirst.

We simply exist. 

Unseen by all who need these things to survive in this Universe. 

Until this girl.

This insignificant mortal, can see us; those who have remained Unseen since the beginning of creation.

Since Time began.

Since I was created.

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