This is the first time I am trying out my PDA since I accidentally smashed it against the floor.

The pain.... the pain....

Time stood still when it flew from my hand, with every moment of that fateful scene vividly carved into my mind.

NOOoooo...

In crystal clear clarity, I can see it in slow motion, took flight from my hand, tracing a short hyperbola before hitting the ground with great impact and a resounding crack, bouncing three times before coming to a halt eons later.

CRACK

There was no immediate pain, only a tightening of chest which refused to loosen when I tried to inhale. The pain soon followed. It was not a sharp pain, but rather a dull ache that resembled a heavy weight being pressed on your chest, slowly crushing you.

I... cannot.... breathe

I suppose reality hits you like a slow flying brick, with an undeniable force. Unlike usual pains which disappear after they exhaust themselves, reality is here to stay, and reality is as real as you are. It laughs at you and challenges you to do something about it.

The laughter.... get the laughter out of my head.... GET IT OUT!

And in my case, it slapped me with my own impotence and challenged me to turn back time.