[ WP ] You wake up one day and can perceive the 4th dimension - time . However , you can not move within it .

Dream Log - April 20th 
 
 *I slept awfully. I mean, it was just terrible. Tossing, turning, the only light coming from my alarm clock. It said 3:33 AM. I rolled over drifting in and out with what felt like the start of a headache. Not enough to hurt but enough to keep me awake. I rolled over again it was 4:44 AM. Weird, but that has been happening a lot recently. Tried to sleep again, no success. Clock said 5:55 now. 3 in a row, they say to make a wish. I wished for more time to sleep. Might as well get up now, would n't be worth it to try again. * 
 
 
 The young woman took a long blink. A very long blink as her head sank towards her lap. Her fuzzy sight showed a clock that read 7:00 AM. The red numbers slowly burning into the scene. Dust floating and flowing through the sum beam. `` OH SHIT!'' her heart shot her chest a foot forward. Scrambling, she sprang out of bed, got dressed in mismatched clothes and washed her face. 
 
 
 Running back from the bathroom she flicked on the light to put on some simple makeup. She turned on the desk lamp and pointed it at the mirror. *Breakfast is a miss* she thought. with a flash she finished her makeup, grabbed her heels, and turned off the lights. In her fluster she nearly broke her leg down the freshly refinished oak stairs. Her grip on the banister saved the missed step. 
 
 
 With a quick lap through the kitchen she rounded up her purse, keys and ID card. A stumble past the pantry kept her from going hungry. A quick hand snatched granola bars out, unable to read the flavors she threw the whole handful into her bag. Out the door, into the car, with screeching tires she shot off to work. 
 
 
 *SHIT SHIT SHIT. Late thrice in as many months. I'm fired for sure. SHIT! * 
 Now halfway through the short commute she noticed traffic was light. No other cars at the intersection save the decrepit pickup truck. She grabbed her phone without looking. *How bad is the damage? Should I call? Can I make it? * The light turned green before she looked down at the phone in her hand. She placed it on the dash board. Racing down the road the reflection caught her eye, 5:43. 
 
 
 The car came to a screeching halt with her starring at her phone, the colon blinking. It changed to 5:44. The sedan behind her went around, honking angrily as he passed. It was still dawn, the sun barely coming up. She placed the phone on the dashboard again. The radio station she worked at was visible down the road. The tower silhouette barely standing out against the freshly lit sky. Grabbing the sides of her head to keep it from falling off the reflection was clear. It read 6:54 and she was in a line of cars.
