Things that matter

It seemed as if time had stopped and that perhaps Monday would never arrive. Something had gone haywire with the clocks and calendars and everything else Rock could possibly think to use to measure concepts of when things that mattered to him had or would occur.
There was a mystery underway that frightened him, and these were unthinkable circumstances beyond his ability to imagine, though he suspected an answer was somewhere nearby. He wanted to go back to sleep, but first, he needed to drink some milk.