Flash Fiction — approx 590 words
It was the Slow Time, and some millennia after she had laid down to rest, Kristen woke up.
There was a hot cup of coffee waiting for her, and she sipped it gratefully. It was so very cold, here, and the coffee warmed her bones.
Here was her bed, and here her desk, with the coffee maker, and the computer, whispering to life. And there was her book collection, the spines of the books straight, the pages crisp, though they smelled of time.
And all around her was the garden.