In front a huge mirror which looks like a big portrait stood a very nice-looking person. An elegant eye of his looks at me, a refinement-looking-guy stares at me. A guy who is so smart that and who can be so attractive. The smartness is charming like an elegant swan soaring in the air. The atmosphere is nice as usual with his casually presence. A scent like thousand blooming flowers surround with the cool pressure around him. In the portrait, he is just like a very fine pictures draw by a finest artist, with his finest imagination.
I put a hat on myself, put on the large overcoat. Now the portrait looks as wonderful as before. I walk to the doorstep, take up my walking stick and walk out side. The world is fine, a very perfect world. The air is nice, every breath counts. The sparrows chipping and singing in their own pace, a statue permanently stand in the middle of the fountains. Everything is fine and perfect, except the peoples. They think I am mad as usual, but I am not.
I walk to the statue and say “hi”, the statue never answer me. His eyes always look at me. I am happy always as I say hi to him, unlike the ignorant peoples, the statue eye always give attention on me when I talking to him. His concentration always on me when every single word I tell him. The sun rises at an own pace, not interrupting by any form of interruption.
After a walk, I go back to my small compartment in the end of the street which I start with my work. There is a genuine old clock in my room, the pendulum still working fine for every single second it tick. “Tick tock Tick tock” the pace is very nice, like how a heart beats. A heart beat might change, but the rhythm of the clock won’t change at all. I look at it, and then do my work. It is a quiet summer as all this going on. I might find a solution of the dilation at different aspects. It comes to the hardest when involve in dilation of time, which require a relative comparison. Things are hard to understand, and often this put me into my dreamland for which my right brain will start working for me in the trigger of the left brain in my reality life. Being sent to fantasy often drew back by reality by the clock. Every second it ticks counts.
I walk to my cozy bed, lay on it, seize both my hand beneath my hind head. Is a time for me to rest. My mind is exhausted with the complicated things. The best time is to rest, and let myself being sent to a different place, which different wave will register my mind and stimulate something different. The sun shines onto my bed, which is just beside the window. The warm air slack off my rational mind and turn it into my imagination.
I look at the clock “Tick” “Tock” “Tick” “Tock” … “Tick” … “Tock” … … “Tick” … … “Tock” … … … “Tick” … … … The air start to flow slower, I breath hard now. I breathe very hard to capture every air into my lung. In a moment the surrounding is getting dimmed, I see the statue, it is still there, the birds are still there, but the birds are getting into a speed of the statue slowly. Motions tend to become slower, and the surrounding is getting darker and darker. I move at my own pace, without interrupted. The surrounding are getting darker now, my breathe no longer help me for sustain an amount of required oxygen. I feel like being choked. The sound of bird chipping is in the wrong pace, the clock tick at a wrong pace, the water of fountain flow at a wrong pace, everything went WRONG!
The lights seem to fade away. I feel myself in totally darkness. The darkness is purely darkness which cannot even have a single effect on my iris. Not even a direct look and sense to where the sun has been in the few moments ago. By now I breathe no air, I am being choked, not physically choked, is a choke of emptiness. No sound can be heard, no things can be seen, and no sense can be felt. I feel my bed behind me, no longer warm. I am in a great suffering, suffer of emptiness and inanity. No longer can anything be with me, no air can be breathing in, and soon the black have changed from a conscious darkness to an unconscious darkness.
After a long sleep I wake up from my bed, I see myself unharmed. I run to the corridor and open the door, the birds chipping happily after all, two peoples in white clothes run by me and neglect me like usual, I don’t care much about them, another silly peoples who might think I am mad. The fountain is still as nice as usual. I walk to the statue and talk to him again, everything is perfect. The statue is always concentrating on my talk, he is like my soul mate. The sun shines upon the earth wonderfully, what a gigantic countryside I can see and I realize by now that the countryside is so nice.
I turn back and walk to my compartment, the two men in white clothes carrying something away from my compartment. They are stealing my things! I shout at them but they don’t even bother at me. I chase to them and then realize them carrying a familiar person……
A very nice looking person who have an elegant eye, so smart and charm like an elegant swan soaring in the air. Scent of thousand-blooming flowers can be smell. I am awake now, I know who is him, he is the perfect man who I’ve seen in my portrait. I run back to my compartment and look into the portrait again. The two white men have stolen the man in the portrait.
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