Ah That Elusive Hour

Have you ever wondered like I have what happens to that hour they rob us of every spring.  If you are like me and not a morning person you are restless and sleepy until the fall when they give me that hour back.  And in my sleep deprived state I often wonder what that hour does.

Does it go hide in some dark recess in the universe, afraid to move lest it lose some precious seconds or does it travel, happily unfettered, hopping from star to star between galaxies until the fall when we summons it back so people like me cab feel rested once again?

Color me pissy until then.