My Daughter, Judith

I wish the clocks kept moving. The motor up and left. I wake up at 6:00 am and all I remember is eating dinner with my daughter the night before.
I woke up next to an unfamiliar old woman. She told me I can trust her. I don't know her. She says that she is my wife, and my daughter is upstairs asleep.
The clock doesn't stop. It's time that's no longer linear. I'm a superhero. No. That's not right. I'm Wyatt Wesley Crowell. I'm at the edge of my life with memories that no longer look back at me.