Time: My Exploits When Time Stops.

Time The hand moves slowly but ever so consistently. I watch intently, waiting for that precious moment. It is 3:09, anticipation flowing without end. The second hand now at 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59. It stops in mid-beat. A crumpled ball of paper in mid-air flight to nowhere, still. Bodies and minds frozen in time. Mine, on a wandering pillage of confusion. Sound turns to utter tranquility. Wind melts. Heat mutates to cold. Light stops, rays like spears, striking everything and …

…meets him then maybe a light(theory dealing with the light at the end of the tunnel and explanations as to what it is that he sees) <Tab/>Jumps off a cliff. Goes into 1 of my theories about life after death, then after a short journey into this realm, wakes up in class as bell rings, end, framed as though your(the reader) not sure whether it's a dream or reality.