Tonight, as the last reverberations of the last stroke of midnight fade to silence, a moment falls out of time. It is yours, if you wish. While the rest of the world nods this moment away, you can venture into The Week without Responsibilities. You now have one week all to yourself in which to do whatever you wish. For the world, it is a moment only. No offspring or spouse will go without dinner, no boss’s bellow will go unanswered for longer than a runner’s heartbeat. For you, free and alert in the Not-Time, seven glorious days and nights await. Will you embrace your whims?
Seven Days of Your Own
