Title: Time
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Inception. I'm just playing in the sandbox that is the genius mind of Christopher Nolan.
Author's Note: this is my first foray into the inception fic world. please be nice. this is in second person pov and if you dont like that, well, i'm sorry. this is what came out when i opened office word and started typing *shrugs* enjoy :) comments are greatly appreciated!
time (taɪm)
— n
1.
a. the continuous passage of existence in which events pass from a state of potentiality in the future, through the present, to a state of finality in the past
Time.
It has no meaning to you anymore. You wake up and you dress and you go to the warehouse to do more experiments with Yusuf's sedative and the dream world, and you just through the motions.
Time passes. You don't seem to notice anymore. To you every day and every night blend together until every hour, minute, and second become a blur and you don't notice as one day passes into the next. You never notice anymore. Instead you hold onto your loaded red die, fingers pressing into dented white dots, and you just exist.
You exist in reality and you exist in dreams. But even those become faded and distant. Time does not matter in reality. Time does not matter in dreams; time slows down in dreams. It gets to the point where you wonder if your reality is your dream or vice versa. So you just exist. You go through the day to day motions until you can't think straight.
Time keeps going whether the world can keep up or not. Time keeps going on in a continuous loop that makes your head spin. Sometimes you think that maybe the days are getting ahead of you but you just can't keep up anymore. Sometimes it feels like you're moving in slow motion while the seconds tick by in a haze of day-to-day life.
You think that maybe, one day, you'll be able to sit down and get your head back on straight and put yourself back together. One day time will slow down for you and allow you a moment to think and to breathe and to exist in more than one sense.
"Arthur, darling, you coming?"
You smile. The warehouse must be empty. You didn't notice everyone leaving. He doesn't have to ask you twice. He knows you're going home with him. At least then, for a few hours, you'll be happy.
Until then you will let time pass on by in a blur.