Excerpt:

She dreamed she was rolling down a hill, unable to stop or even slow down- in fact, she seemed to be picking up speed with every moment, falling and tumbling until suddenly, she was swimming through a sticky sludge. She kicked and struggled, and was rescued by a giant clock, scooping her up and setting her on the hour hand; once a minute, she had to hop over the second hand as it spun around the dial. And then, the clock tilted, dropping her onto soft ground; she looked up, and the clock had become a face. A gentle face with a grin and shaggy black hair falling into dark blue eyes. “Slow down,” he said, or maybe it was “No frown.” She tilted her head, began to explain that she couldn’t, that she was so busy and had so much to do in so little time, but he just shook his head. “Time isn’t little here,” he said, and pointed to the dozens of giant clocks spinning around her. “But-“ she began, but was interrupted by an obnoxious sound, buzzing blaring yelping…

“BLAP! BEEP! BOOP! BLARK! BARP! BEEM!”