You can barely get up, the ole spine wasn't what it was. You go to the kitchen.
You look at your watch. It's 5:30 AM. It looks like you overslept again.
You go to the kitchen, taking the pan out from the cabinet and getting some eggs and bacon. This was a struggle for you, your joints cracking at every movement.
You cook up some breakfast, bacon and eggs. You go out through the door into the garden. You search through the flower bed. The Sunflowers were growing tall, excellent just as you predicted. You have your scissors with you and carefully cut off a stem.
You place the meal on a silver platter, the sunflower resting next to it.
You fight against your own body as you climb up the stairs with everything you're carrying. Your spine and knees working in tandem to dissuade your from continuing.
You reach upstairs. A little winded but still alive. The bedroom door is slightly open. You enter.
She's lying there in her sleeping gown, your side of the bed empty and vacant.
You shuffle closer, carefully placing the tray on the bedside stand. You take a stool nearby and quietly sit until she wakes up.
A half hour later and her eyelids open up, her blue eyes are still beautiful as ever.
She sits up, even with all her wrinkles she was still the same Kronii that fell in love with. Her lush black hair never greying.
"You didn't come to bed again." She frowns slightly. You scratch the back of your head sheepishly.
"S-Sorry, was watching the news." You pick up the sunflower from the platter, offering it to her. She takes it gingerly, looking at it with quiet contemplation.
"What's the occasion?" You show her your digital watch.
March 14th.
She slaps her forehead.
"Wow, I'm going senile." She crows out, overexaggerating the age in her voice.
You happily place the place on her lap, letting her eat the meal in peace.
The both of you enjoying your morning conversation.
You didn't understand it, you never could understand it.
She was the Warden of Time.
She could have stayed youthful looking forever.
Yet here she was a wizened old crone.
Your children and grandchildren gone their separate ways.
Yet she herself would never leave you alone.
You're grateful for it.
"I still love you, even now old but still beautiful." You say while caressing her sunken cheek.
She was in the middle of eating, she blushes, as if the two of you were still young lovers.
"Anon please...I'm too old for you to make my heart flutter." She holds your hand, stroking it with a finger.
You were a man like any other.
Enslaved to time.
You'll make the most of it.