The alarm shattered the morning, startling Briony awake. Briony drank her lukewarm coffee while reading the paper as she sat up blinking in bed while the shower steamed she narrowly missed a bicycle while pulling out of her driveway-
"Crap," she muttered. "It's gotten all jumbled."
She fiddled with the shards, shooing away Fluffster, her long-dead childhood dog. He loved seeing her again, and dogs never had much respect for causality.
"Ouch!" She'd cut herself on a seven-minute splinter. Sevens were always the sharpest. "Screw it," she said, leaving the minutes where they'd fallen. "I'll just be late this morning."
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