Even as she lies on her bed, drifting off to sleep, she is in a state of perpetual confusion. She's incapable of living in her own world anymore.
It's 1:37 in the morning. Really, though, it's 2:37.
Her window gives a splendid view of the French landscape below her, but it's not what she's seeing. Instead of being able to see the majestic Eiffel Tower from her lonely home in Paris, France, the young woman always finds herself admiring rolling green mountains, picturesque on the inside of her eyelids.
It's 2:19 in the morning. Really, though, it's 3:19.
She's pitiful. Lost. Alone. Most of all, she's cliched. She's stuck in a permanent jet-lag that she can't seem to throw off. She shakes her head gently and fixes the digital clock on her night stand, having realized that in a moment of thought she had turned it forward. She sets it to the correct hour, and attempts to do the same to her state of mind. It's no use, though.
She'll always know what time it is in Dublin.
A/N: Bleh. Thanks to Evie for the beta. She's just amazing like that. Title's from Bury Me in Black, by My Chemical Romance, because . . . Because that's what I was listening to when I titled it, savvy?
Artemis Fowl (c) Eoin Colfer