Prompt #35: 24 hours
What a difference a day makes. 24 little hours. I heard that the other day. I can't say the tune was worthy of remembrance, and the words were utter drivel. But one thing is a fact: 24 hours can be a long time. Think twice before you squander them.

We counted days differently, you know. The first hour of night being seven p.m., and twelve hours later, in the small and peachy light, the first hour of day. What things we can achieve during that span... it can be much. A world, a catalogue raisonné of Herculean feats. It can be nothing, too; a drab succession of hours, hanging heavily over our heads like the sword of Damocles. I've had both, known both ad nauseam.

Ecco. What would I do if given 24 hours of my choice? They wouldn't be enough to reinstate what I've lost, wouldn't suffice to put me back where I was when at my loftiest, so...

So I'd use that day to make an example of those who have sought to harm me. And in the remaining twenty minutes I'd take a nice hot bath.