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As I sit on the couch waiting for Roby, my eyes became less focused and everything became blurry, while my eyelids grew increasingly heavier. I had never before felt so tired in my life. A short quick nap never hurt anybody I thought as I let my eyes gently close. While I slept I had a strange dream. I was standing in the middle of a wide field, there was tall green grass swaying gently in the cool breeze, and small white flowers all around my feet. Soon I began to walk around the field. There were some purple flowers around as well and they smelled lovely, the cherished smell of lavender from holidays of my youth. The smell brought memories of parties and festivities that my family had participated in each year, while my grandparents had been alive and my parents were devoted to spending quality time with their children. My right eye began to tear up and a single tear ran down my face, gently skimming my skin leaving a slight burning feeling where it had run. With my reveling in the past I had recalled a particular Christmas night I had tried so hard to forget.

I had closed my eyes, to clear away the tears, and when I opened them the clock store keeper was standing in front of me. He smiled a warm, gentle, inviting smile and motioned with his hand for me to come forward. Not wanting to be rude I began to walk towards him as he had silently instructed. When I got arms length away I stopped and we both just looked at each other in an awkward silence. After a few moments I finally spoke up, the awkward feeling between the two of us being too much. "What are you doing in my dream sir," I as politely as possible asked him. "It's not time for you to know, not just yet. There are a few tasks that must be completed before I can confide in you the knowledge that you wish to know and that I wish for you to hear," was the man's lengthy reply before he just began to fade into a mist. Before long he was gone and I was alone, the ground began to shake under me and light enveloped my dream, my point of view switched and I became an on looker seeing what my dream version of myself did. My dream apparition of me closed it's eyes as the light surrounded him. It was stark white and then I woke up to Roby shaking my shoulder and the lamp above my head turned on right in my eyes. "Finally you're awake. Come on let's go, I'm hungry," Roby said as I opened my eyes and looked all around. There were some lilacs in a small beautifully painted vase next to my pocket watch on the table. "Roby where did the flowers come from," I asked groggily. He looked confused and turned to the table. "They weren't there a minute ago. Maybe we have a ghost or something," Roby said mindlessly thinking about food instead of the miraculously appeared flowers. His stomach grumbled loudly and I groaned. "Alright we'll look more into this after we go get food," I said still pretty tired. Roby's face lit up and he gave a little cheer, then he ran out the door down the stairs and to our car. I went over to the front door and grabbed the keys, leaving my watch on the table, I turned off the lights, went out the door and locked it, then made my way down the stairs. It was already dark outside. I must have slept for at least two hours.

I got in the car and started to pull out of the apartment parking. We were going to our favorite restaurant for some burgers, since it was too late to cook with having work the next day.

Third Person View

Back up in the apartment, there was a dark figure with a wide, bright, almost glowing smile, was standing in the window watching the boys leave. His many watches making a rhythmic ticking sound with each second that passes. Turning from the window the the pocket watch on the table, the figure began to let it's mouth curve into a more normal and pleasant smile. His lips touched and a small smile replaced the once big enthusiastic and mocking grin. The figure was I'm sure you know the shop keeper. He walked over to the pocket watch and picked it up. Carrying the watch he went to the kitchen, he set the watch on the counter and opened the lid covering the face of the watch. A small piece of paper was set on the small, cool, glass face of the watch. After he closed the watch and left it sitting on the kitchen counter. Pulling out a pure white tulip from his sleeve he turned toward the bedroom door. He walked in and set the tulip on top of Roby's clock. Then he pulled down his right sleeve and turned the watch's knob, the watch closest to his wrist, a quarter turn to the right. The next a half turn to the left, then he skipped the next one, and turned the last watch's knob three fifths to the right followed right after by two thirds a turn to the left. He pulled down his left sleeve and all at once pushed down on all three watches knobs. Soon he began to fade into thin air just like he had in Austin's dream. The tulip was sitting there on the clock, slightly shuddering when it chimed the hour. However it stayed where it had been set and it would stay there until someone came in and took it off the clock, as it had a job to do.

An hour after the boys had left, their car could be seen driving back to the apartment. Their green Jetta sparkling slightly in the dimmed moonlight barely reaching through the line of clouds covering its calm and beautiful glow. The Jetta drove on down the road to its owner's final destination for the night. When the car was parked and the boys inside stepped out of the car, they could smell a faint hint of rain, suggesting that night it would be mildly stormy. Rain would help the tired two fall and stay asleep. Making them get the rest that they needed for a full day at work, starting early the next morning.