12

In a galaxy far, far away (i.e.: in one of time's many iterations) I am 12. I watch a new hope unfold. It is bigger than the screen in front of me. It surrounds and drowns out all other thoughts. The picture starts over at high noon so no one is late and no one is early. I get home right when I should because I never left. All I have to do is be still as the last fold turns into the first story ever told. I listen once more with new eyes.