and at 11:59 pm, she knew that she would forget the events of that day in a minute. at 12 o'clock, she wouldn't remember the way she felt at 2:36 or the grayish-pink color of the sky at 7:58. not even the reflection of the moon on the ocean as she had laid there at 10:24, soaking in the salty smell of the seawater.
and no, the realization of what had really happened that day hadn't hit her until 8:11, when the sun had almost surrendered to the moon and the sky was purple and orange and she was allowing herself to think. she was allowing herself to think under the last few rays of daylight that she'd see until the next day, when she wouldn't remember the absolute agony that had only revealed itself to her at 8:11.
and now, at 11:59, she told herself that she would forget the terrible events of that day. at twelve o'clock, she'd forget about that whole day because she would not let herself go through that type of hurting over again.
and most of all, she'd forget about that whole day in a minute because she had to. there was no way her mind would make it through another minute remembering the events of that day.
