I slowly crept out of the classroom, turning off the lights
as I leave. I smile to myself as I think of how the teacher will react when she
walks into this classroom tomorrow morning. The hallways are just like the
dead, silent and unmoving. If I was real, the only sound would be the “pat” of
my feet hitting the cool cement floor. As I reach the entrance to the school, I
notice it is raining. I stare at each drop of rain and wonder how long it would
take to count them all. I reach out my hand and point a finger in front of me,
then, slowly, I drag my finger down an imaginary screen. I drag my finger down
until it touches my knee and look around. I could now see each individual drop
of raining moving in slow motion. I then blink 3 times and look around again. I
was in a world filled with molecules and tiny bits of space no one even thought
existed. Once again, I smiled to myself, hoarding the fact that I was the only
person to uncover this world of magic. Suddenly, a small alarm went off in my
arm. I sighed and blinked three times and bought my hand up, bringing my focus
back to normal. I took a step outside the school building and started to walk.
After a while, I landed up in a small park in the middle of the
small city. I always enjoyed watching children play. Their minds were so full
of obscure thoughts that adults would never believe yet these children would be
ready to argue for the truth of their fairy tales. We all lose activity in
parts of our mind as we grow older, I know from first-hand experience. I have
watched so many creative children grow up and become mindless adults, each one
deciding it to be easier to swim with the flow instead of against it. I settled
down under a small oak tree near the swing set and looked around. I adjusted my
breathing, closed my eyes and opened the small gate that separated my thoughts
from the thoughts of the rest of the world. My mind was instantly bombarded
with information, thoughts, promises, ideas and problems. I heard an
accumulation of thoughts from a number of different people about what they
would like to eat from dinner. I heard an argument between a brother and sister
about who at the last doughnut. Someone close by was mourning while someone else
was preparing to jump off a bridge. I saved all these thoughts for later
analysis and was in the process of once again closing my mind when I heard a
loud thought.
“Hey mister!”
I opened my eyes and there, standing before me was a girl.
