Time

TIME seems to be our greatest enemy.
Parents cuddling their newly-born baby in a hospital maternity ward soon have worry lines and permanent anger decorating their features from that baby's demands for new gadgets, expensive branded items and other things they can't truly afford.
The teenager himself wonders where all the hours went, how come he didn't get to sleep that night - the first time round at least - and whether he can remain unseen if he returns only now, when his curfew has long given up waiting for him and the faces at the gate are already snuggled into a nice soft pillow inside.
She wonders where all the time she's been living goes to. Maybe to the stars, maybe to the moon. She wants to see a hot air balloon, she wants to drive a Titanic Two, she wants to do the world in all the time she has.