I'm Stephanie Marie Sagun.

and watch the wind slow in my face as trees become still and cars slow. the loud music blasting would fade away gradually into longer and longer vibrations until complete silence and stillness overcomes the world. I'd blink and stand up, looking around at the still bodies of other people frozen in time, unmoving and possibly smiling. I'd walk onto the closest road and bridge sitting above unmoving water and continue walking away from home and everyone I know.

And wouldn't dare glance back.

I'd walk all the way to the highway and move next to the incredible amounts of traffic. Once or twice would I look up at the clouds with no trace of movement, and the birds with no chance at moving with time stopped. After several technical days with time still frozen in place, I still glide along the highway watching for roadsignswith the glow of the moon as my guide. My feet hurt immensely of nonstop walking, but I thank goodness the earth has stopped moving, making the journey easier. I'd make it to another town, noticing everything plastered into place here as well.

Noticing you're the only one moving.

I'd walk up to you and say the first words I've ever spoken for days, a simple "hello." We'd continue walking together down a highway that leads to the only place either one of us would ever want to go. On the way we'd meet several others that have cheated out time, who don't want change like us, and they'd join us on our journey down foreign roads beneath our feet, and signs with city names lighting our eyes. The entire way there the stars would be shining.

And don't dare disappear.

After several frozen time changes to our watches do we finally make it to our destination. Awed by the beautiful lights forever brightening our eyes and several stilled people dressed in a glamourous fashion, we make our way through a maze of cars on the street. Everyone with us would scream and sing out their excitement.

We would be speechless.

Days would turn into hypothetical years as we explore the city, never aging. Eventually this world would tire us and we'd all return home. Dropping off the new friends I've made, I'd make it back to highways and roads that are familiar. My final words would be a "goodbye" to you and yours would be a "thank you." A few days later,

I'm home.

I'd sit in the same position I did before leaving, and slowly watch as time returned. Birds would fly, neighbors would laugh, trees would move with a cooling breeze, and I'd adjust to all of this with time, now that time was going. I'd smile to myself, knowing I've reached some kind of wisdom, while mom calls me into the house before the rain could reach me first. I'd continue living life as though all those timeless 'years' never happened.