Thousand: Seven Hundred Thirty-Six

time stirs and begins to tick, change once more is possible. That might be destruction. That might be creation. And if both happen simultaneously that’s just about normal. It’s time! Anyway, the traveler came in transdimensional shift, carved out a nook in my belly, took a nap, yawned and stretched, relieved the needs of her body in tidy and considerate ways, then drew from her transdimensional satchel a paperback about a medieval nun who solves murder mysteries, and picked absently at her eyebrows as she read. It was then I had my first intimation that I existed. The transdimensional shift