Post by Todd Langtry on Oct 3, 2010 5:14:10 GMT -4
Time passed. The sleeping pill remained stubbornly dormant. The puzzle cube remained typically unsolvable.
Maybe it was time to mix things up a bit...
Todd shifted to lie prone on the bed, held the cube up to the light, and rotated it so he had the three most horribly jumbled faces in his field of vision. He shut his eyes, exhaled, and tuned out the world.
The whirring of blades from the ceiling fan stilled to a whisper. The occasional sound from the rooms around him faded, intruding through the walls less and less frequently, until, with the finality of a dripping tap being cut off from the water main, they stopped altogether. The sound of his own breathing was the last to follow.
Then there was silence against his ears, darkness behind his eyelids, and an image of the cube as he had last seen it juxtaposed comfortably in the void created by the two.
He started to inhale. Slowly, second by measured second, his lungs filled again as he counted down from the number twelve to the letter Q...
On the final count, he opened his eyes. Neurons all through his head kicked into overdrive. Relativity took over the show.
The world froze, and he froze with it. Hovering before his gaze, the cube waited his appraisal. And for once, the ghastly mess started to make sense.
I escaped a checkmate this way, I figured out an essay question that had my classmates weeping, producing an answer that had that dusty old crab of a professor weeping, I staged a prank that got me expelled this way...
If he'd been able to pull a grin, he would have willingly risked damaging all the muscle and nerve tissue involved. Sadly, this accelerated-thinking state had other ideas on what constituted threats to his physical health, and had never agreed to play along.
Why didn't I think of this sooner?
Todd Daydreamed. Thirty slow seconds began to tick by.
Maybe it was time to mix things up a bit...
Todd shifted to lie prone on the bed, held the cube up to the light, and rotated it so he had the three most horribly jumbled faces in his field of vision. He shut his eyes, exhaled, and tuned out the world.
The whirring of blades from the ceiling fan stilled to a whisper. The occasional sound from the rooms around him faded, intruding through the walls less and less frequently, until, with the finality of a dripping tap being cut off from the water main, they stopped altogether. The sound of his own breathing was the last to follow.
Then there was silence against his ears, darkness behind his eyelids, and an image of the cube as he had last seen it juxtaposed comfortably in the void created by the two.
He started to inhale. Slowly, second by measured second, his lungs filled again as he counted down from the number twelve to the letter Q...
On the final count, he opened his eyes. Neurons all through his head kicked into overdrive. Relativity took over the show.
The world froze, and he froze with it. Hovering before his gaze, the cube waited his appraisal. And for once, the ghastly mess started to make sense.
I escaped a checkmate this way, I figured out an essay question that had my classmates weeping, producing an answer that had that dusty old crab of a professor weeping, I staged a prank that got me expelled this way...
If he'd been able to pull a grin, he would have willingly risked damaging all the muscle and nerve tissue involved. Sadly, this accelerated-thinking state had other ideas on what constituted threats to his physical health, and had never agreed to play along.
Why didn't I think of this sooner?
Todd Daydreamed. Thirty slow seconds began to tick by.
