I want to have endless time so I never miss a deadline. Not any kind but the deadlines imposed on me, by a spirited me.
The spirited me is an improved version of me who probably is from some other dimension and possesses me from time to time to escape the boredom of her world. Because it often occurs to me that her world has endless time.
She jumps onto our world and switch bodies with me, she in this time-bound world with the appetite of a child who has discovered sugar for the first time; me who finds herself in a parallel dimension, with all things identical but with endless time. So, I will start reading something, read everything and still find myself with the same time.
Off late, the spirited me has gotten more wistful and has started visiting me at odd hours.
I find myelf navigating the consequences of her transgressions; I come back from my sojourn in the timeless world to find endless assignments I know I can never finish in time.
I tried to stop her from using me numerous times. I reasoned with her, protested, then finally pleaded, but she always found ways to win me over.
So, now I have decided to extend my sojourn in her world leaving her to deal with the consequence of her facetiousness.
Fingers in symphony 