The Future Breathes

As the universe closes its eyes, you lie beside it and think about how time stops when you're asleep.

What you find interesting is the fact that it only stops for the one who is actually asleep.

How can your time continue on running, while hers has stopped for the night?

In any case, your time runs and hers doesn't.

You observe her.

The body seems reduced to a mass that expands and contracts ever so slightly at regular intervals.

This makes you feel human

You wonder if it makes her feel human.

You are a strange bundle of past and present, never future.

She seems to be the nothing but future.

You are living in a land of abstraction, somewhere between the past and the present.

Something changes.

She enters without notice.

A door slides.

The sound of the door sliding is not the thing that brings your conscience back from that land of abstractions.