Being that she was a morning person, anywhere from 3am to 5am being the optimum time for mental acuity when the city that never sleeps is quiet at least, she wondered if she could hold onto Time and remain in those pre-dawn hours after the sun came up.

‘What if I stayed in my robe and slippers all day and pretended it was still dark?’ she thought. Would she continue to come up with those insights she had when she first woke up?’

It was worth a try, and she set her internal clock to Night and took a selfie in the mirror to remind herself that she had just woken up no matter what the clock said or what the light told her.

It helped that it was winter and it didn’t get light till around 7am, but it didn’t work. Night was night and day was day and it could only be forgotten by rising in the dark, for the light made everything different.

Still, by getting up early she had plenty of time to make use of those hours fresh from fairyland or dreamland or the Hall of Learning, and not be greedy for more.

The daylight brought messages too. And if they weren’t always as clear amidst daytime distractions, the night would come again. The night when dreams reigned and time disappeared.