I ask my daughter where she’s
going as she heads past me
up the stairs, and she says she’s
going to her room to time travel.

I think that’s odd–she’s not really
a fantasy person–but I let it go
because I have a dinner with
friends that I’m already late for.

When I get home all the lights in
the house are off, so I stop by my
daughter’s room to make sure she’s
okay. I find her fast asleep in bed

with her dog slumbering at her
side and a history book open on
the covers next to her. Apparently,
the trip has wiped out both of them.