A candle burns in the semi permeable darkness of my room. Flat on my stomach I lay, faced turned sideways to look into an empty mirror. Time melts away, my room subsides into another's. It is no longer my own and I do not recognize it as the sun rests upon the Sea Foam Green walls like a blanket draped across an armchair. Again the room changes, it is older now, ancient and vacant. My body, which rests on a stranger's creaky bed, slowly decays. The house crumbles into dust as the years finally triumph over mans architecture. Faster now the sun and moon leap around the world. Day shifts into night without a thought. Time is nothing; a decade comes and goes within the blink of a young Childs eye.
But soon time wearies and moments become clearer. Years no longer come together as a single package but instead are strung out on a time line which spans across a thousand years. Past catches up to present and here we are: peoples of the past are gone; a new wave of brains and hearts reside, a younger wave. Where the house once ruled a building of learning and mind expansion now prevails. It reaches higher than the aspirations of its fore fathers could ever fathom. In this monument of studies children remember and recite our time just as we did the lives and legends of Vikings. This building unbeknownst to its creators is my tombstone. It is the grave marker for all who have come before to add to the making of this place, this age, this very moment.
Now the vacuum of space and time roars, the future marches backwards on a guided path. Slowly it slips back through my eyes and I am faced with myself once again. A smile slides across my face as the candle dies out.