Frozen in Time

For Brooklyn, the anomalous weather had started to become emblematic. He was always eager as to what alteration in the ambiance had come about the next day. But not every jarring day is gratification. Brooklyn awakened from last nights siesta with his psyche filled with exhilaration & inquisitiveness as to what uncanny new change had taken place. First, he realized that the squall was still underway. Second, he perceived that obviously the sun was in deep forty winks because she forgot to rise this morning. This was eccentric considering the fact that the sun is customarily quite punctual. And with that, Brooklyn lay for another hour at least.

He figured that if the sun, the foundation of all radiance, was to arrive on the job deferred, then, so would he.

When he at long last did rouse, it was just a little after 8 a.m.

DETONATION! Suddenly he heard the vociferous sound of thunder. It was unlike any from the prior tempests. Something exceptionally distinct had taken place. He was sure of it. So, he crawled out of bed and hobbled over to the window. "Humph" Brooklyn said to himself. It was no longer storming. Thunder without rain, he balanced the two; even though it seemed improbable, he conjectured that evidently it was possible because it had just come to pass. Thus, Brooklyn made his way down the hall to the bathroom. "Great" he said acerbically. Someone had left the sink faucet running. He poked his head out of the bathroom door and bellowed, "How many times do I have to say, if you don't pay bills, you don't get to use the amenities."

He heard no reply. This was incongruous; usually he said this knowing antecedently that this would work Nathan into a garrulous frenzy. He tried again, "Pig!" Still no reply. He moved stealthily to Nathan's room. The door was closed. So, he tried knocking. After all, he did respect Nathan's privacy. But no reply. Subsequently, Brooklyn walked in. What he saw almost knocked him off of his feet. Nathan had been doing push-ups. It seemed as if he was jammed in one position; almost lifeless, Brooklyn thought. He moved closer. Well of course, all of this isn't conventional. So, Brooklyn too went about his daily routine. He took a shower. Got ready for work and was headed out of the door. He was about to turn the knob, then he realized he hadn't told his roommate that he was departing. So, he ascended the stairs and re-entered Nathan's room. He stood looking at him once more. Brooklyn dejectedly apprehended that Nathan was now stagnant. He scampered back down stairs and onto the front yard. He glanced around. Brooklyn realized that everyone, no matter what they had been doing, was now immobile.

Hence, with no clear-cut destination, Brooklyn ran and ran and ran.

And so did the faucet in his bathroom.