A Minute of Your Time, Please

I am a collector. A Reaper of time — minute by minute. Each year, I must survive on the minutes allotted to me. Most years I come up short.

On a single night of the year I regenerate and become my most splendid, fully-formed self once more. Then I trickle away again, day by day, minute by minute, until there is hardly anything left of me. To prevent me from disappearing altogether, I’m forced to collect more…