I put time away.
I locked it in a cabinet. An old cabinet, painted to look older than it is, with a lock and a key. I put the key on a chain around my neck.
The cabinet has a glass door so I can see inside to check that time is still there.
I want to be sure it doesn’t get away from me again.
I put time away so it would stop.
So everything will remain just as it is.
As it was.
So you can stay.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.