Tales of Inanimate Objects - 4. Chapter 4

She controls it all. When people rise, sit, eat, or fall asleep. To hold so much power in the world is intoxicating. All they have to do is look at her.

Albeit, she can be changed, but will these silly humans ever get it correct? Generally but never precisely. Her sisters will always say something differently. Seconds are their pennies; they add up.

She laughs when the water-sacks are late. She cackles as they arrive early by accident. She howls if they lose track of her essence.

They watch her all day long. Her hypnotizing abilities are uncomfortable. Will she move faster? Slower? There are moments where she even pauses, causing pleas and wishes for change. It's the only time she is merciful. She snaps her fingers and abides, sending the humans into a flurry of movement and action.

She is not just on the wall. Like a good businesswoman, she adapts to the era. Made of stone, wood, metal, and newer technology, she does her job.

Oh, these poor souls. They mock themselves by giving her a voice. Tick. Tock. Cuckoo. Bong! It delights her to no end when she forces someone out of their seat at the top of the hour. She finds no blame in herself for such a response.

Oftentimes, she's given words to live by, and she'll uphold the law. She loves to work in liquor stores. Not of age? No booze for you. It's one of the few times she enjoys working with the humans. Oh, to see the sad teenieboppers be rejected. There's fewer greater pleasures.

She is everywhere. The grocery, the Oval Office, your home, the war-room, and at everyone's hip. Whether you realize it, every action depends on her. When do you leave to pick up your child from school? When will someone launch a nuke? Every person includes her in every deciding factor.

So keep looking her way. Let her dictate your life. It's not like you have a say in it. Take your medication, start supper, and do what she tells you, because without her, we lose all sense of time.