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I bought it for seventeen dollars and a broken watch.

That was three days ago. I haven’t slept since. The dreams have started bleeding into the daytime—hallucinations of glass flowers growing from the floorboards, the child’s voice whispering from the sink drain, the smell of rain that hasn’t been scheduled yet. Last night, I found a photograph on my phone that I didn’t take: me, standing in that field of glass, holding the hand of a woman whose face I couldn’t remember forgetting. ovo 1.3.2

I called the number etched into its base. A recording picked up: “You have reached the Department of Temporal Artefacts. If you are hearing this message, you have already opened it. Please do not close your eyes.” I bought it for seventeen dollars and a broken watch

“Lot forty-seven,” the auctioneer said, his voice flat as a ruler. “An experimental pre-cognitive dream engine. Non-functional. Sold as is.” A recording picked up: “You have reached the

That was the first night. The second night, I dreamed of a bridge collapsing in a city I’d never visited. The third night, a woman’s voice gave me the winning lottery numbers for a drawing that wouldn’t happen for another eight months. The fourth night, I dreamed of my own funeral. The casket was closed. No one cried. Someone had placed a single bruised plum on the lid.

I think it’s almost finished dreaming.

She looked up. “You’re late,” she said. “The accident happened yesterday.”