“Stupid clock. These cheap ass things break too damn often… but I’ve never seen one do this before. Normally, they just freeze.” The young man sat up in bed, not bothered by the fact that he was an hour late for his first class.  He took a shower and ate a King’s Hawaiian roll with a glass of milk for breakfast, then began his day.  His name is John.
His first stop of the day would be his second scheduled class, but once he was outside the apartment room, he saw something strange; his roommate was standing in one of the complex’s many hallways.  He was mid-stride, a piece of toast in his hand and his eyes wide open. John, utterly confused, began examining his roommate by poking his face and upper body, but his roommate didn’t react. In fact, he didn’t even seem aware or conscience; he was just a humanesque, mindless husk balancing itself on it’s straddled legs.
John fell back in terror; his roommate’s eyes had closed a tiny, hardly noticeable degree, yet John never saw him flinch when he tapped his nose one minute ago.  Crawling back away from his roommate, the husk, John caught a glimpse of a beetle out the corner of his eye; it was in the air.  John stared at it until the world around him blurred and he could only see the beetle.  It’s wings were moving slower than a cherry blossom petal drifting toward the earth.  John chilled by fear, burst into a sprint.  The last thing he realized about the beetle was the direction it was flying. The bulbous, graceless insect was flying rearward: a direction no beetle could fly.  Not falling but flying and gaining height.
John ran inside his apartment and continued running into this bedroom.  He grabbed his broken clock and immediately threw it away from his body, after staring at the time.  Distressed, he opened his mini fridge to grab a bottle of water, but instead he watched as the fridge light slowly illuminated.  He watched as the interior was slowly bathed in the yellow light; he watched the light enter through various water bottles and scatter itself as it exited those water bottles.  He grabbed a bottle and fled his apartment.  He saw the beetle again, but it was no longer moving.
He walked outside and sat at the nearby picnic table surrounded by blooming trees, and he stared at the rising sun, which had first stopped rising, then started sinking, and is no longer moving at all any more.  He looked at the nearby trees and their falling petals which were no longer falling but instead held their position in the air as if they had been encased in ice.  He looked back at the sun.  As he stared at the great, life-giving yellow orb, he thought to himself, ‘I wonder if I’ll be able to see when the light is frozen too.’