It could’ve been days; it could have been months. Hours and minutes spiraled around as they converged into a single dot on an imaginary and infinite timeline. She wasn’t really sure of what time meant anymore- her concept and understanding had disappeared as she filled her brain with other more important feelings. Drifting in her own mind, her thoughts created a kaleidoscope of “ifs” and “whens”. Feelings and intuition replaced where reason once lived. If she woke up in the future, it would be okay. If she woke up in the past, it too, would be okay. Because all she wanted to do was exist in the space she was in, and that was more than okay.