It's Not You, It's Me
A date and time was scrawled in red and circled a hundred times.
January 5, 2013.
Today was the day. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. It's a miracle I could even wait. By the time I finally returned to reality, my watch taunted me:
10:00. I held my breath and fingered a chip in the center of the face of my watch.
I felt someone behind me.
Although his watch, like mine, was lined with silver and sported cracks that spidered from a chip in the center, his displayed a different time.
"You were four years late," he announced. "That's how long it took you."
"So I did it. I invented time travel."
"You haven't done it yet."
we invented time travel."
He tossed me a smirk and began to look around. I was immediately embarrassed. My walls were covered in formulas and my curtains had been traded for equations. "Why couldn't you ever get organized?"
"Have I always been this pretentious?"
"Clever. I like how you say "I," even though