“Solve this riddle,” the sphinx says. “Who will always have time for you?”
“Death,” I say.
“What? No! It’s the clock. Dude. Are you okay?”
“I…”
“Do you want to talk?”
I do, and I do, and after it’s all come out I feel better.
“It’s not the clock,” I tell the sphinx, “it’s you.”
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Aww, that’s sweet!
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Awwww I am dead officially…
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I got a chuckle out of that one haha- it’s a very sweet riddle! 
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